For the nsfw alphabet, I would love to see Volo, Emmet and Ingo? I don't really know anything about Dispatch, but please feel free to take your time getting to these if you're inclined to do them :) Thanks!
thank you for sticking around despite not knowing much about dispatch <3!
I just took a few letters for eaech of them cause doing whole alphabets for multiple characters ia loooot of work. If you want any specific letters please let me know!
Notes: pregnancy mentioned in C in Volo’s part (in general. Volo is. Weird.), public sex
Emmet
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Emmet’s honestly willing to try a lot of things at least once, though he doesn’t like to have things thrown at him out of nowhere. Discuss it beforehand and he enjoys experimentation. The pre-sex discussion is usually pretty detailed. He’s got a pretty strong preference for both dominating and topping, but if you’re dating and he trusts you, he might occasionally take on another position. He’d be a total brat who’d needed to be disciplined pretty harshly. Emmet has a bit of an interest in public sex. He might grope you a little in public if no one’s directly looking at you, and has a latent interest in fucking on public transportation. The one thing that takes away from the fantasy for him is knowing exactly how unhygienic everything is.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Emmet can be an absolutely awful tease. Could even just leave you hanging for a day if you let him get away with. It ties back a little into the public sex stuff, where he’d enjoy doing something like making you walk around with a toy inside you… And making sure to keep an eye on you so that you don’t actually get to cum. He’ll keep you needy all day until you crack and go beg him for some attention, which he may or may not give depending on how he feels. So, yes, in short, a very big tease.
Ingo
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Ingo has had sex a couple of times, but he’s found that he doesn’t really enjoy casual sex all that much. He’s been so busy with his job and improving as a trainer that he hasn’t had much time for a long-term relationship either. That does translate him into not being all that experienced. However, that doesn’t mean he’s not eager to learn. At some point in your relationship he’s starting to do genuine research into what might be able to make you feel the best… And, in a roundabout way, because he’s a little embarrassed, he’ll start to ask after your preferences.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
This might be obvious, but Ingo is noisy during sex. There’s absolutely no way you can have a little fun with him in even a semi-public space (like his office) without anyone nearby being able to hear. You’re lucky if you don’t get noise complaints from neighbours. He just can’t help it! Ingo moans a lot and has a tendency to ramble during sex, consistently losing his train of thought about halfway through what he was saying. If you want him to quiet down, you’re actually going to have to gag him. Even then, his lips will start to move around whatever’s in his mouth as soon as he loses his focus and forgets that he’s supposed to be quiet.
Volo
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Volo never fails to cum inside of you. If you’re able to get pregnant, Volo is a little obsessed with cumming inside of you. There’s not much of the way of contraceptives in Hisui, other than simply pulling out. But Volo, most of the time, doesn’t even do that much. Oh, he’ll pretend that it’s a mistake and that it hadn’t been on purpose, but the reality is that it absolutely is. He’s interested in a child more for the sake of carrying on his bloodline, the ancient people of who there are so little left, and the way you’ll be more dependent on him during pregnancy.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sex is one of the times that Volo’s mask cracks around the edges. With how he usually acts, you might expect sex with him to be a casual affair, all gentle kisses at a decent pace. Instead, he becomes a little feral during it all. He likes taking you from behind the most. Perhaps it’s because you don’t see the look in his eyes then, the shape of his mouth as he constantly mutters words that you can’t quite make out. He’s rough, too. Nails scraping along your skin, lips only stopping their movements when his teeth sink into you instead. Your pleasure is often an afterthought, but Volo is skilled enough that he can make you cum with relative ease regardless.
The Volo drugging thing BUT he does it more than once. Escalating every time he does it, until he finally decides to take you...except he's gonna make sure you're slightly awake to feel his mouth and cock~
Bonus if all this been an elaborate hate fuck->genuine obsession scheme. You're too fucking cute and it annoys him to no end.
notes: noncon, drugging
I love this idea!!
Maybe, as you said, it starts out of a mixture of genuine dislike and lust. You come into this world out of nowhere, and absolutely everything seems to go your way. Calming and 'befriending' guardians, taking control of a strong team of Pokémon, and becoming a treasured member of the Survey Corps. For once, Volo wants something to go wrong for you, albeit his methods for that are… Unconventional.
He'll travel with you for a bit, slip something into your food every night, and grope you in your sleep. It starts off just through your clothes, feeling the shape of your body and, as time goes on, slowly taking pieces of clothing off, one by one.
Turning to travel with you to facilitate his plans was his biggest mistake. Because despite himself, he is feeling somewhat charmed. You're cute, he begrudingly admits to himself, though none of this feelings are ever entirely unaccompied by a pang of bitterness. (Of jealousy, because you seem much more blessed by Arceus than he's been his entire life.)
The desire to touch you grows and grows, and has stopped being merely a twisted tool of revenge, a plan to taint the greatest gift Arceus gives all that walk the earth: a body. This night, he purpsefully lowers the dosage just a bit- Over the passing nights, he has had a lot of time to experiment.
Your body would be entirely frozen, and disoriented to the point whether you couldn't tell if you were awake or asleep. His hands on your body would feel flaming hot and disembodied, any pleasure a far away thrum. You don't even have the control over your body to quicken your breathing, your pupils darting around rapidly underneath cracked open eyelids- The only part of your body that you can actively move.
When, after a far too long time, you finally realise what's going on, Volo's cock is sliding down your forcefully relaxed throat, and tears spring to your eyes. When the tears in your eyes finally flow over and drip down your cheeks, his smile is sickeningly gentle as he wipes them away with his thumb.
(The next morning, you are tempted to think that it was just a dream. The alternative is too horrible to think on for too long, too nauseating. Volo acts so normal to you, even cheerier than usual, and you just cannot imagine him doing something like this without at least somewhat of a guilty conscience. But when you go to bathe, you find that your underwear is on backwards.)
ok but like... merchant!volo drugging you OR. alternatively. fucking you after one of you or both of you get hit with a poekmon's 'charm'
notes: noncon, drugging
volo. drool.
you think it's so nice of him to offer you some free food to share while you run into him in the middle of the wilderness, but he makes a good merchant for a reason- nothing he hands over ever comes without a cost.
for you, your tab catches up to you in the drooping of your eyelids, and the loosening of your limbs. volo manages to catch you when your legs give way underneath you, and gently puts you down in the grass. he thinks it'd be best for you if you just laid down for a moment, friend. it'd be no good at all if you got hurt all the way in the middle of nowhere! he can do a lot of things, but saving you from dropping off a cliff isn't one of them.
his roselia's sleep powder was incredibly effective in knocking you out. volo's hands tremble as he puts his fingers in your mouth, but no matter how far he puts them inside, there's absolutely no response. with the dose he gave you, nothing could faze your body now. not even when his cock is what ends up slipping down your throat, your skull crushed in between his knees. your mouth is the perfect cocksleeve in this state.
the slaps of his balls against your chin are loud enough to scare off any wandering pokémon in the area, and as his cum is show right down into your stomach, there is no evidence of his defilement left once it's over. except for the sore throat that you complain about for days afterward, that is.
omg have you heard the Volo whimpering voice line that’s been going around since they put him in masters ..
dear anon this is the latest response ever (IM SORRY) but he sounds so dramatic in his whimpering audio it kinda cracked me up BAHAHAH but volo. sexy <3 as always <3333 god bless that they went for it with that whimper though. respect
His nails dig hard into your skin, either breaking the skin or leaving bruises to blossom in the wake of his touch hours later. When he kisses you, his tongue forces its way into your mouth and digs around like he wants to make you gag. The smile on his face is either too wide, or too thin. You’ve stopped looking him in the eye. They’re wide, never any different, consuming every inch of you without pause. (There’s something intoxicating to holding so much of another’s attention, but there comes a point where it becomes too much.) Every time he makes you cum with either his mouth or fingers, he keeps going until pleasure turns into discomfort.
This time is no different. Where you were twitching towards him moments before, now you’re trying to pull away. His grip on your thighs is like iron. It’s only when you kick towards him, croaking out your pleads in a voice heavy with tears, when he pulls away. Your slick covers his chin. At the sight of you, he lets out a breathy little laugh.
He leans over, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb. Volo clicks his tongue. “Terribly sorry, but I’m not sure if a few silent tears are cutting it for me any longer… You wouldn’t mind if I kept going for a little bit, would you? That’s right–” He lets out a laugh, loud and sudden, and over within a second. “You love me. And, don’t worry, it won’t hurt. In fact, it’ll be really, really good.”
this is a commissioned work! thank you so much for your support!
notes: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, drugging
a continuation to this. cynthia x reader x volo
Volo will never meet his god. It’s the eternal punishment for his hubris; an inability to die. His energy shall never return to Arceus, and he’ll forever roam the earth itself. At first, he wanted to see a blessing in his curse. He had an eternity to figure out all the secrets of the world, an eternity to try again. An eternity to spend with you. (As Arceus’ angel, knew you couldn’t die.) But you disappeared without a trace and, as Volo aged, there was nothing left to interest them. The ruins left to discover for these days are places he saw turned to rubble before his very eyes.
He doesn’t believe you’re dead. Volo has never seen your body, has never seen the rot sinking into your skin, so you’re alive. Out there, somewhere. There are few things for him to study, even fewer places he has left to visit. You’re all he has left. When he has reached his limit once again and tries to die, it’s the thought of you that drags him back. (One time, he finds comfort in someone with your face. They looked so much like you that, for a moment, he lost himself in them. It’s the first thing in his life he truly regrets.) Pieces of his past self break and fall away from him. He no longer has the energy left to be charming, to approach anyone who isn’t of direct use to him.
After a century of aimless wandering, he sees you again. At the side of a woman who looks so much like himself, smiling like he remembers you always did. The resemblance between him and her is striking. Were you looking for him too, all this time, and is she the closest thing you could find? A cheap copy? He’ll take better care of you, like he always did. This Hisuian Sinnohan champion is a mere substitute for himself. (Even if she is who he thinks she is, that doesn’t change anything.)
Once Volo has finally found what he wants to live for again, there’s no stopping him. The woman is smart though, he’ll give her that. Constantly on the move, or having her Pokémon crawling about nearby. He himself hasn’t had a team in years, only Spiritomb remaining by his side. But Volo has no guilt or shame left, unable to care about your ‘friend’s’ privacy, and finds his way towards her home. It took him longer to find than he would care to admit.
He finds you laying in bed in the middle of the champion’s messy home. You’re… Out of it, clearly. Your pupils are blown wide open, and a bit of drool leaks from the corner of your mouth. You don’t seem to be able to move. Even when he prods your side, you don’t even twitch. You’re still somewhat aware, though. When he moves his hand in front of your eyes, your gaze follows it. Before he can give into his urges, no matter how badly he wants to devour you right here and now, he has to document your state. Take pictures and videos of you, including your current surroundings.
When he strokes your face, the groan you let out is almost inaudible. You’re still so pretty. Neither of you have aged much, despite the years flying past you. He still feels the same too. Being so close to you has his heart racing, his fingers twitching. They tremble when he cups your cheek. Without any hesitation, he kisses you. Your mouth doesn’t taste like it used to. Is she not feeding you your favourite foods? When he pulls away, buries his face into your hair and inhales, he can tell you don’t smell the same either. Your locks have been slathered in some shampoo you’d never used before. You’re different, you’ve changed. He’s not the same either. But all of your changes… They’re not your own doing, they’re hers.
“Get away from her.” Cynthia’s voice trembles with suppressed rage. Volo hadn’t heard either of them approach, but now he has a Garchomp’s claw nestled against his throat. He doesn’t move. Why should he? He has nothing to lose, and the pain of another failed death is a price he’s willing to pay.
“Call your Pokémon back,” he says instead. “Unless you want pictures of your lover,” he laughs despite himself. “Sent to every news outlet you can imagine. Kill me, and they’ll be sent automatically within the hour.” Cynthia doesn’t comply with his demands either. Instead, Garchomp lifts him up, and holds him so tightly he can’t move.
Cynthia glares at him with an amount of hatred he hasn’t seen in a century. “What do you want? Money? Fame?”
Volo laughs. “None of that. I’d say my demands are very simple.”
He talks. In an attempt to show to this second choice how much he loves you, and the depth of the relationship you two shared. He talks about how you are an angel, something she wouldn’t be able to understand, how much he loves you, how much he’s missed you, and how he is certain that you would prefer him. He recites parts of the letters he’d written for you in your absence, and the places he wanted to show you. After not having mentioned you in years, everything comes flowing out. Cynthia only allows it, because she’s stunned into silence. With every word he speaks, he reminds her more of a diary she knows by heart.
“Are you… Volo?”
The two of them don’t get along perfectly well, and disagree on who or what is best for you. But, in the end, they come to the agreement that they’d rather spend time looking after you, instead of constantly trying to take you away from the other. (Volo would never have folded so easily if Cynthia wasn’t a descendant of him, and Cynthia would’ve never allowed this if his diaries hadn’t been such an eye opener for her.) Because of her many responsibilities as the champion, Volo ends up spending the most time around you.
Now that someone is around looking after you, you’re not given nearly as many spores as before, only enough to have your mind remain a little hazy. Most days, Volo does everything for you. From feeding to dressing to cleaning you up, and talking to you about the memories you’ve lost. Whenever you seem to panic, he forces you to calm down. He does still talk to you about how he’s better than Cynthia, and tries to get you to protest against her as well. Cynthia, on the contrary, is likely to kick Volo out of her house when she finally has some free time to spend with you. He never goes far. She’s sure you prefer spending time with someone you actually remember, hm?
Finally someone else who can see how much of a yandere Volo would be. I swear before I even made it to the end where he showed his true colors, when he first approached our character from behind when they were exiled from the village I immediately thought he was gonna kidnap us or spirit us away or something. (Very disappointed when he didn’t.)
So now I can’t stop running that scenario in my head. Volo (gone full yandere) finds us alone and sad and realizes this is the perfect chance to take us for himself after we were kicked out of Team Galaxy.
^^ volo using this situation both to help along his own plans + take the opportunity to spend a bunch of alone time with u <3
notes: yandere
No matter his feelings towards his god, Volo has to thank Arceus for granting him such a perfect opportunity. There is little need for convincing. When you have been rejected by the Galaxy Team and both the clans, who else do you have to turn to? He suppresses the urge to surprise you as he approaches from behind. Now is not the time.
Your eyes are still puffy from crying. He smiles a little wider, and it doesn’t match his words. “You’re the hero of them all, and this is how they repay you... It shames me to remember I ever had business with the Galaxy Team, after how poorly they treated you. After all the effort you put in! It’s truly terrible.” He sighs. You open your mouth, but he continues as he leans forward.
“I know what you’re about to ask- Word travels fast, especially among merchants! I had to come find you, my dearest customer, immediately! I would’ve been terribly sorry to hear anything happened to you... You’re always such a pleasure.” He glances up at the sky. “These are strange times indeed. In any case, I didn’t come here for chatter. I wanted to offer you my assistance, as I believe I know the location of multiple of the plates you still need. In my humble opinion, they could be the key to all of this.”
You really do look like you need the support, need him, and the excitement has him talking more than he should. “I’m no clan leader, and I have no responsibilities holding me back. Wherever you may go, I can follow you. Leave it all up to me.” Volo holds out his hand to you. “What do you say? How about we save this world, together?”
I simply think it’d be sexy if Volo views his beloved as a god in some way- no idea how far I can go with the idea but it is a start
ANON :) you and me are having a Connection right now because the idea is sooo appealing to me too...
i had a couple of ideas on how that might come to be 👁️
notes: unhealthy relationship, bascially yandere, religious themes
I was thinking of you literally being isekai’ed from our world. You would have information impossible for any of them to know, about the nature of the world and the future that lies ahead of them. Volo wants to assume you’re a false prophet, at first. Because it’d mean he failed in his plan to replace this world with a new one, if the future stretched out so far beyond their time. He doesn’t want to think about it.
Volo can never keep his curiosity in check though, it’s the flaw that lead him down this untrodden path in the first place. He spends hours talking to you, his wish for more information only growing with every detail. His interest is especially piqued at who you suspect to be a far descendant of his, ‘Cynthia’. Over time, he starts to see you as a fallen angel instead. Someone who had once served Arceus, now here to guide him. The messenger he had been waiting years for. A holy one.
No matter how much Volo loathes his god and yearns for its destruction, a part of him still... Wants his prayers to be heard. Wants his suffering to be acknowledged. Any sign that he was being looked out for, when he had no one. (He’s always been alone, and he always will be.) And an answer to a single question: ‘Why?’ Now, he has you right in front of him to provide him with all the answers he’s ever needed. To satiate his curiosity, and finally put his restless mind to rest. You will become his new (and surperior) god to worship, and he’ll yearn for your approval. It’s all too desperate, way too intense.
None of this worship makes him any less selfish. In fact, it makes him much, much worse. Volo seeks to claim you completely: He does not feel anyone else is worthy of being in the presence of or, dare he say, breathe the same air as his beloved god. Whenever you go out, he’s stuck to your side like glue. (And even if you don’t see him, it’s guaranteed that he’s nearby regardless.) Every conversation with others around is a tension-ridden mess, Volo’s smile more strained than ever as he weaves together sarcasm and jabs in a web of hidden meanings. It’s stressful! But though he argues against some of your decision, he’ll relent in the end. What are a mortal’s wishes compared to a god’s...? Nonetheless, his frustrations build. It reignites his wish to erase this world. For you and him to rule as equals.
He’ll respond very badly to any criticism coming from you. Arceus never accepted him, despite his dedication, and now you aren’t satisfied with him either...? After all he’s done? Buried bitterness claws its way to the surface, and a blinding rage makes him almost certain to get violent if you don’t diffuse the situation. A few well chosen words could calm him down, however... If you let his anger run its course, it’s likely you’ll end up as an angel with clipped wings. What does it matter anymore? If you hate him regardless of his actions, of his overwhelming love for you... He may as well desecrate his beloved.
