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another place, another time. (dulse x reader)
a/n: this is so Bad i’m so sorry. touko let me write one of these since she played ultra moon and i played ultra sun :’) i hope it’s up to your guys’ standards? it has a very obvious mod elesa flair to it, so i hope the change is alright...
the clock ticks onwards, counting down the moments until forever ends.
he’s from another place, another dimension, and you’ve fallen in love with him. a shock of purple hair under his shiny helmet, you come to know him as dulse, member of the ultra recon squad.
he’s here to explore alola with his partner, a spritely young girl named zossie. she’s all smiles and laughs, unlike her reserved and mechanical friend. you find yourself tuning out zossie and focusing on the man standing next to her, focused intently on you. when your eyes meet, his brows shoot up and he averts his eyes elsewhere, cheeks dusted pink. neither of you know why.
the more you encounter dulse and zossie, the more time you spend with dulse. you beat kiawe’s trial a few hours ago and find dulse and zossie investigating the area around wela volcano park with small, twinkling devices. you’re curious.
dulse whirls around and prepares to strike when you tap him on the shoulder; he stops just before his hand connects with your cheek. he frowns, thick brows settling above his lavender eyes. you take the opportunity to note the way his hair curls and frames his face. beautiful is the only word you come up with as dulse waves his hand in front of your eyes.
“what are you doing? you are staring at me.” arceus, you’d forgotten how deep his voice is. now, you’re the one blushing. “y/n? please stop. i am trying to work.” so, you stop, and resort to watching him perched on the park sign.
he takes you home that evening when you nearly tip off from your seat on the sign from exhaustion. in his arms you lay silently, the wind caressing your sleeping form as the two of you soar over alola. he drops you off with your mother without another word and takes off to return to zossie.
he keeps going like this: tolerating your presence, yet still demonstrating his feelings for you. he saves a wild bewear from striking you from behind. he heals your pokemon after a battle with an ace trainer. he holds you when you cry in malie city overlooking the sea.
it becomes normal for him to wake up next to you and follow along your island challenge with zossie in tow. she knows not to bother the two of you, but still stays close behind, that same twinkling device shining in her hands. she’s tracing some sort of energy — “it may be related to your z-ring, y/n!” — to study back in her home dimension.
you don’t question it until the president of the aether foundation tears a hole in space with nebby, when you peer into what you believe is the void — yet, it glimmers with stars and pink and purple hues, is that really the abyss? — and watch as lusamine disappears into it. you don’t do anything until you and lillie play the flutes at the altar of the sunne and that same rip in time-space appears; you’re afraid, but with nebby — now solgaleo — at your side, you traverse the void with ease.
dulse calls it ultra space, you find out after you return. dulse is from a city in ultra space called ultra megalopolis, and he wants to take you there once all of this is solved.
you never get to see ultra megalopolis.
you never get to see zossie, or dulse, or their lunala. necrozma took that from you the moment you disturbed its slumber at ten carat hill... it fled from the onslaught of ultra balls and headed straight towards the altar, where the tear remained untouched. the charizard you’re on can’t seem to fly fast enough, and there’s tears in your eyes when the altar comes into view.
necrozma hovers ominously above the rip; dulse is yelling something to zossie, who’s got the shimmering device up to her ear. they look panicked. it’s a dangerous drop from the back of the charizard but you take it anyways, knowing nebby will pick up the slack and break your fall. nebby will come. nebby will—
nebby isn’t here, you realize. oh, arceus, what have you done? your vision is swimming before your eyes and you’re falling and you’re going to die and bright light, flapping wings, you’re safe oh my arceus you’re safe and zossie is crying and dulse is yelling and necrozma
“Y/N!” it’s dulse. he’s above you, a peculiar expression on his face. his mouth hangs open, eyes wide.
“...dulse?” you manage. “dulse, what—”
blood spatters onto your face. on your neck. on you, on dulse; he’s hacking up blood and you don’t know why until you look down and see necrozma’s talons piercing through his chest. suddenly he’s ripped from his place above you and thrown into the purple void, sliding with a sickening sound off of necrozma’s now bloodstained claws. zossie is gone, her helmet the only thing remaining. it lay empty on the ground, a streak of blood tarnishing the white and blue.
necrozma’s about to do away with you, too, but something stops it. it cries towards the heavens before disappearing into the void, the tear sewing itself back together as your vision fades.
the last thought you have as the altar crumbles around you is dulse, and how you never got to tell him you loved him. you hope he hears you in the void.
the clock ticks onwards, counting down the moments until forever ends.
a new day, a new island challenge! you prance through akala island with your brionne by your side, straw hat keeping the sun from hitting your face. the first trial of today... who will it be?
“mallow!” you call to nobody, map in your hands. you squint in the direction of lush forest, and nod to your brionne before heading towards the entrance.
outside, two people in stark white and blue outfits wander through the grass. as you approach, you yell out a friendly, “alola!” the strangers look up at you, and a shiver goes down your spine. the one on the left, the girl, is smiling brightly as she parrots your “alola!”. the boy stares at you intently, almost as if he’s trying to decipher why you would approach them in the first place. after a moment, he gives you his linear alola greeting. the stiff motions have you chuckling as you pass by, taking one last look back as you parade into lush forest.
he’s staring back at you, a pained expression on his face. there’s a strong feeling in your beating heart — recognition, you pinpoint. for a moment, you stop, contemplating your thoughts. words swirl in your head, and for some reason, your mother’s favorite dessert is what catches you off guard. dulce de leche. why am i thinking about dulce de leche? he looks nothing like it at all. “i really need to sleep more,” you muse aloud. to think someone would actually be named after a dessert...
it’s funny, you think. you send a silent, smiling wave his direction before you traipse onward into the jungle. dulce de leche, huh? if i run into him again, i’ll have to tell him what i named him...
Various Yandere Pokemon Men Drabbles
cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive behaviour, unknowing cannibalism in Siebold's part, implied abuse in Archer's part,
characters: Steven Stone, Dulse, Archer, Siebold
Steven Stone – "I know that you’re home — open up."
Steven was hardly one to abuse the claim to things his title as both champion of Hoenn and the heir to the region's largest company would bring easily to him.
He considered himself a bit more down to earth than that – rather, he preferred to get around with little issue as possible. Only when it came to his beloved stones did he dare throw out those cards. A cave too dangerous? No such thing. His Metagross would allow nothing to harm him. Something too expensive? He hardly doubted that was actually true. His income would send some people into shock.
The object of his affections dodging him?
Steven hardly knew what to do. Why had you seemed so distressed by him speaking about an arranged marriage? It would be pleasant for you both. He enjoyed your presence, and you would never have to worry about money again. The situation was perfect. His dad had agreed, stating plainly that you seemed a perfect match for him. Your strengths as a trainer matched his own – you always were fascinated about his growing collection.
So, why did you decline? The paper had been pushed away. He felt hurt and confused. What had he done wrong? Did you want a ceremony? He planned on having one. The ring he had offered was thrown into a bush, nearly giving him a panic attack. The gemstone embedded in it was so precious – so wonderful and reminded him painfully of you. He found it, heart racing.
He hated to do this – he hated to use whatever authority he had like this. You should have come willingly. An attempt to return the shiny Beldum he had gifted you really had been the final straw.
His hand knocked on your apartment door. No reply. He sighed. Were you going to keep up this farce? Avoiding him? Pretending he did not exist? Painful. His desperation was swelling. He loved you. Steven truly, truly loved you. That was why he forged your signature. Courts would hardly care.
“I know that you're home,” Steven spoke with rare authority, “Open up.”
Nothing again.
He tried the doorknob. Locked, of course. He leaned against the door. Why must you do this to him? Would it be so hard to just give into him? He adored you. A special pokemon a friend abroad had sent came into play. The fairy-type's cry echoed as it unlocked the door. He stepped inside.
His shoes slipped off. He walked quietly as he could to the main part of the room. You laid on a bed, asleep. How adorable. He knelt down, cupping your face.
“I'm home,” he whispered and slipped the ring onto your finger.
Dulse – "Well, you confused me in a way that I've never known."
Alola was truly nothing like the world he originated from.
The bright light of sun was far too painful – often making his visor a necessity. Pokemon were an oddity, too. Though, the so-called Ultra Beasts existed with them, it was hardly much like how the Alolans took to them. Dulse was curious about this world, as was his nature as a scientist and researcher. At first, it entirely towards the need to subdue Necrozma, but ultimately, his attention had been drawn to who had defeated the beast.
You were bright – much like the sun that bathed the land you came from. Your world shaped you, making a personality that could be as blinding to him as the sun was. Would Dulse complain? A bit. Your strengths were unparalleled, especially in investigating far off worlds. Ultra Wormholes were no easy feat to overcome. Yet, your curiosity drove him a bit mad.
He hardly thought the Ultra Megalopolis was a place you would hold in any regard. Especially when compared to Alola. There was no sun – only the artificial light provided by the tower. Yet, you asked him questions as he guided you around. He answered to the best of his ability but wondered why you had grown so interested in his home. The other worlds you had visited must have been far more fascinating. He acted similarly in your world, alas, so he knew he must do the same for you. Though, he was unsure of the safety of their food for you, so he made you pack your own.
It was one trip that made him truly pause. A question – a question he had never been asked before. You truly confused him in way that he failed to have experienced before.
“Can I see your home?”
Had he seen yours? Yes. You had been quite happy to show him and let him explore. The home was very much unlike the living quarters many had here. He guided you as he had many times, riding in an elevator with you and exiting on the flood his apartment was on. The hallway felt unending, but he reached his home and swiped a key card.
You entered first, seeing a room not so foreign from what a living room looked like. Dulse took a seat on the couch and motioned for you to join him. Your curiosity would continue, he knew. So, indulging you felt best. Besides… Even he had no complaints about having someone so important in his home.
A sudden hand on his chest nearly made him jump.
“You guys aren't humans, right?”
Another question. He closed his eyes. They were the equivalent for this world, but… He supposed that they had their differences to humans. A nod. You tilted your head. So innocent. This dull world… Why would you be curious? You belonged in the bright light of the Alolan sun, letting the waves kiss your legs. This place was suffocating and a reminder of how their ancestors doomed them.
“Are your bodies that different?”
Of course. You needed vitamin D to survive. They did not. Of course, he could tell that was not what you meant. His brows furrowed. No more of this. He caught your hand with a surprising amount of strength.
“Are you wanting a demonstration?” he asked, “I might not ever let you leave if I show you.”
He doubted he could. No one had made his heart race as much as you made his own. A nod came from you.
He swallowed.
Your light was to be devoured and only be his.
Archer – "Got you begging on all fours. Soon, you'll come crawling back to me."
Taking over Rocket had been no easy task.
Giovanni departing in shame had driven many to leave – the frustration of such disloyalty driving Archer to a certain level of rage he had not previously thought possible. Even dealing with rats had left him less angry.
But, what had really sent him in the throes of fury was his beloved leaving. What were they thinking? When he had departed from the hideout, he had expected you to be waiting for him in the game parlour. Yet, you were not there. His next assumption had been your shared apartment. It had been his next stop, so he subdued the annoyance he felt and headed home.
Though, even more rage bloomed when he saw that your items were gone.
What…? Arched bit his lip so hard it bled.
Why?!
You were testing his patience – Something he had very little of. He did not become Giovanni's right-hand man through good behaviour. He sucked in a breath.
You would be a task for later.
His current drive was restoring Rocket. Giovanni would come back.
And, you.
Even if he had to drag you back, kicking and screaming.
Time passed – new members came and went, uniquely useless in their own ways. His fellow executives did their best to keep the underworld thriving. The Johto expansion was doing well. But, it was a particular call from Ariana that had him pausing.
“Archer,” her voice was clear, “Come to Warehouse C. There's a surprise waiting for you.”
He assumed it was a new partnership for their group, or maybe another rat. Why she preferred him to personally handle those matters, Archer would never know. Still, he went. Whatever it was – it no doubt required his personal attention. She stood outside, a smug expression on her face. Grunts stood on guard, looking nervous at his approach.
The guard dog of Rocket – that title was something he would never shake. His vicious nature in protecting Giovanni and the organisation sowing fear all around. She motioned for them to step aside. Archer stepped inside – hardly expecting anything more than a few burns from his Houndoom could not handle.
Yet, tied in the middle of the floor… You look utterly terrified.
Ariana trailed in behind him.
“We found your little pet wandering in Goldenrod,” she explained, “Naturally, we scooped them up for you.”
You stared at him pleadingly – trying to appeal to whatever part of him might still care for you. He knelt down. A gentle hand pushing strands that had fallen across your face back into their place. His thumb wiped away the drying tears. How precious. Ariana stepped away, leaving him alone with you. They knew each other well enough. Words were not needed.
“Beg,” he ordered, removing your gag, “Beg on all fours and I might consider letting you crawl back to me.” Your eyes were filled with fear, mouth hanging open in fear. He suddenly grasped the hair he just treated so gently with a rough grip, making you face him.
“You know how Rocket treats traitors,” Arched bared his fangs, “Beg. Or else.”
He watched your position shift to be on your knees – forehead pressed to the ground. Your cries and pleas for his forgiveness. Oh, you never meant to leave him. You were just scared. Rocket was your life – you had just been lost after Giovanni departed. He wanted to scoff. You should have waited on him.
He placed his foot on your back.
“I shouldn't forgive you,” Archer snarled, “Yet, you're still mine, so… I'll let you get away with a minor punishment.” The sound of a pokeball opening made you tense. A Houndoom's howl had your pleading intensify. Stupid. Archer hardly felt so kindly. You were his first and foremost. He would burn it into your skin so that you would remember always.
“After this, I'll remind you of your place.”
You would surely stay loyal after being pinned beneath him.
Siebold – "To snap the sinew, I want to get within you, I want to not forgive you."
The chef's focus on cooking was truly unwavering – having given up his place in the Elite Four of Kalos to entirely fixate on his culinary skills. It had been a difficult choice, yet one that Siebold simply knew was unavoidable. One had to be picked. Cooking felt like his lifeblood.
Especially with a new addition in his life.
A challenger of the league – a beautiful smile and powerful pokemon. Though they may have been overcome by the might of the league, they had still bested him and agreed that battling and cooking were truly their own arts. How his heart had raced – were they sent by some greater power to be with him? He felt it impossible to say.
It did not stop him in pursuing, however. They were receptive. A celebrity chef and Elite Four member desiring someone – it must have felt like a dream. Desperately, he learnt your tastes in good. There was no grander desire than to have you enjoy his personal art. Something made with love and attention to your preferences. His heart could only swell at your praise and enjoyment.
But, something had reared its ugly head in his otherwise perfect fantasy.
Some unknown man desired you too. It was hardly something Siebold did not understand – your loveliness was truly something else. But, he was not one to share. You were his and his alone. No room was left for debate. But this usurper thought himself a far too grand player in this so-called game.
It was an action of jealousy and impurity that led to what followed. Nonetheless, Siebold wasted not.
Meat was meat – and there was always a way to prepare such things to be consumed.
Sinew was snapped – blood and viscera so divine. He butchered quite well and nothing could be recognised. Love guided his cleaver. You would surely enjoy the meal that he would prepare. The plate of some kind of stew was set before you. Siebold laid his on across, taking to his seat.
A meal with a loved one was always better. You dived in, a smile spreading on your face. The complex flavours and comforting warmth blending together in a way that only could spark joy. Siebold enjoyed it as well. Your compliments fed right into his heart.
“I used a special cut of meat for this,” he admitted, “I was most unfamiliar with it, so I worried it may have a strange flavour.” You shook your head and reassured him that it was wonderful. Siebold hummed. “Your compliments hold even more weight than those of top food reviewers,” he sighed.
Your relationship with him was something that would not ever waver, he knew.
And if it did… He surely knew your heart would be the most beautiful aortic art he would ever see.
cw: 18+ content, nothing explicit but implied sex occurred, fluff, morning after,
characters: Lear, Nanu, Cyrus, Dulse
👑Lear💎
The softness of the bed under you hardly made you want to wake up, even if your mind was already up and running for the day.
It smelled of the sea and something floral – peaceful and calming. Slowly, you opened your eyes to raise up with a yawn. Only then did you feel your sleepiness vanish. This certainly was not your room. You laid atop a king-sized bed with a canopy alone. The room itself was massive and decorated in a highly elegant style – a sitting area near a window where wind blew in. Various plants were across the room, but hibiscus seemed to grow most prominently.
There was little doubt about whose room this was. After all, something so grandiose could only belong to one person. You got up in a panic, realising just what had led to this situation. Getting out of here was your top priority before a scandal arose or a thousand questions came about. You tried to find something to put on, but by the time you made to what you assumed might be a closet and a voice called your name quite loudly. A familiar voice that was impossible to mistake for another. You turned your head to see a certain prince bare to the world aside from a towel.
Violet eyes were exposed and locked directly onto you. His body was quite frail looking – as small as it seemed with his tailored clothes. Though, you saw a light lilac dart out just above what the towel covered. His skin was covered in bruises and bite marks. The purple and red almost so improper on his bare skin despite them being the main colours he took to. You swallowed. His hands were on his hips firmly.
“Just what are you doing?” he asked with exasperation, “You can't leave my quarters like that.” Quick strides had him in your face. His cheeks were a bit flustered. “Come on, the bathroom is over here,” he led you from where he had come from, “Take a shower, I'll have some clothes laid out for you when you are done.” You gazed at the massive bathroom in shock. “… We shall discuss things more later, but I'll have your stuff moved by the end of today.” You wanted to question what he meant by that, but he was gone by that point. Instead, you walked into the far too nice bathroom and caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror finally.
Bite marks and bruises were all over your nape and chest. It seemed he had a favoured location. You swallowed. Lear seemed to already have plans – you even recalled how he viewed this as a finalisation of your relationship with him last night. Your heart raced. Was that truly happening to you? The prince took this relationship for more serious than you did.
But… You could hardly complain. There was nothing but pride in wooing literal royalty.
🐈⬛️Nanu❤️🩹
Your back hurting was what drew you from your otherwise restful slumber.
That, and a weight on your chest that seemed to vibrate. You opened your eyes to see a Meowth curled up on top of you while a light blanket was haphazardly thrown over your body. Daring to sit up, the Meowth let out a cry and jumped off you, prompting you to look around the room. This certainly was not your room at the hotel – this hardly constituted as a bedroom. A monitor was set up on a coffee table beside the couch you were laid on. Above, a ceiling fan spun endlessly. It was hardly a challenge to recognise where you were.
The Po Town Police Station. Meowths were all over, claiming the room as theirs. The one that had been on you began to bathe itself on the flood. You moved to properly get up only to feel a breeze. Cheeks burning, you realised you were nude. With panic hit in your veins, you threw on the closest clothing item – a familiar red shirt. Searching around for your actual clothes, you jumped when a door opened. Turning your head to the entrance, you saw no one, thankfully.
A voice called your name from behind. Another door – one that led deeper into the station, was open. In it stood a sight that you seldom thought possible to forget. Nanu leaned against the door frame with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Dark, wiry hair threaded down from his navel to underneath the white cloth. You took in a long scar that had healed badly along his hip near what must have been a bullet wound. The sound of him clearing his throat brought your attention to his face.
“You done ogling me?” Nanu shook his head, “Taking my shirt, too.” A sigh came from him as he picked up his uniform pants from a pile on the floor. You felt distressed upon realising you had put on his top. Before you could take it off, he caught your hand. “Nah, I'm fine for now,” that half-smirk on his face made your heart race, “My shower isn't the greatest, but it should suffice. Go ahead.” His thumb jabbed back to where he came from you. A thank you left you as you dashed around him to find the offered shower. “I'll be waiting,” he waved his hand.
You found the small stall – clearly barely loved and cleaned as little as possible. Not the worst, not the best. You turned the knob for the faucet and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Bite marks covered your nape and shoulders – your cheeks burned. Was he that aggressive? You recalled memories of the night before. Nanu… had the energy of a man half his age when he wanted.
And, damn, did you want him to show you all that again.
🌌Cyrus🛰
You slowly awoke without much of an urge to get out of bed.
Though, as your mind came more and more to, you forced your eyes open to reach for your phone. No phone was felt where it normally was, making you sit up in frustration. Yet, that brought more confusion. A grey weighted blanket laid across a dark duvet and the room was comfortably dim. Rubbing your eyes, you gazed around what was increasingly obvious to not be your room. A lamp at the bedside had a galaxy printed shade that cast a lovely shadow when turned on. Rotom merchandise sat on a nearby shelf.
This had to be Cyrus's bedroom. You registered only then of your lack of clothes – Something that caused you to momentarily panic and pick a random article of clothing from the ground to throw on. A baggy mock-neck top… Definitely not yours, but there was little time to care. The sound of a shower cutting off caught your attention. Your heart pounded as the door nearest the side of the bed to you opened. Your theory was confirmed immediately – Cyrus stood in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
He was strangely well-built – more muscular than his baggy clothing often let show. His skin was quite clear; no body hair immediately visible. A strange red mark went up his body in a tree-limb like pattern. You felt embarrassed taking him in like you were, but he was far more handsome than you expected. His expression was utterly unamused as you finally met his eyes. Though, the presence of hickies all over his nape made you flustered once more.
“… Why are you wearing my shirt?” the question that came out of his mouth nearly made you laugh. That was what concerned him in this situation. Cyrus shook his head. “No matter, I suppose modesty should be awarded,” he continued and moved closer to you. Was he not aware that he was currently quite immodest? A hand coming to cup your cheek was even more unexpected – eyes oddly soft. “You should get a shower,” he spoke too normally, “I wish to discuss things further with you after that.” You nodded and moved past him while awkwardly removing his shirt to leave out.
The bathroom was high-end with a large tub, but you sat down on the bath stool with a sigh. Cyrus was already haunting your mind as if he were not in the other room. Yet, you recalled more of what occurred last night and felt excited. He was extremely gentle and loving – nothing expected of the man at all. He was even careful about protection. The warm water only increased your poor body's heat.
Yeah, you really needed to talk about this with him.
🥽Dulse🌌
A sudden bright light is what pulled you awake – rising up in confusion at a time you thought must have been the middle of the night.
Though, with the curtains drawn, it felt hard to tell. A piece of bright, white light got through a sliver, however. You felt annoyance running through you. The blanket on you was thin and a dark red colour. It took a moment to glance around the room and see various unfamiliar devices. This was obviously not your room – it felt far too sci-fi. Yet, still, there was something that was obviously homely about it. A few books were out on a desk and one of the beside tables. Something in a glass was half-consumed.
Trying to ignore the fact you were naked, you moved to the curtains to glance out. Right. This was not even your world. Drawing them completely closed, you picked up a sweatshirt from the floor to slip on. The piles of clothes felt completely out of place in the room. Everything was otherwise mostly sterile; unlived in. Dulse's room… You had been staying with him in the Megapolis last night… The sound of a door sliding open detailed your train of thoughts. Dulse himself was before your eyes – nude aside from a towel.
His pale blue skin… Darker blue patches were apparent where his skin was flustered, yet the most curious thing to you was how a magenta puff of hair was barely visible above what the towel covered. A few scarred areas also held your attention – almost like sunburns but more severe. Though, what appeared to be bite marks on his nape made your face burn. He called your name, which made you finally shift your attention to his face.
“… Ah, you're awake,” he stepped up to you, glancing you over, “I'm glad… there were no adverse reactions.” You blinked. Like… what did he mean by that? He reached a hand to trail down your neck and shoulders with attentive eyes. “I apologise… I must have gotten too into it,” he pulled back his hand, “You brought some ointment from your world, right? If not, we should return you to be safe.” Though, he seemed to realise something again and shook his head. “Feel free to get a shower first,” he motioned to where he had come from, “We can discuss things further after that.”
You entered what was a bathroom with curiosity. The white light that was common in this world could be annoying, but you found the high-tech shower utterly more curious. Stopping yourself from getting carried away, you looked at yourself in the mirror to see what had him concerned. Bruises and bite marks covered your nape and shoulders. It finally hit you just what you had done with Dulse, and how… involved he had been. You glanced at the shut door and wondered.
This would definitely be far from the last time with the alien, though.
That recent Dulse post got me 👀 Some general NSFW headcanons for the pretty alien man? What IS he into? Inquiring minds want to know!
🥽Dulse General NSFW HCs🌌
cw: 18+ content, smut, AFAB reader, alien sex, minors DNI
⚫️ The Recon Squad member has no experience sexually – he simply rarely felt anything akin to needing the touch of another, let alone the feelings in general. Research had always been his focus, a goal to help better their world. Though, he had not been unaware of anything sexual, just uninterested. He had handled himself previously, but it was hardly anything more than a rush of endorphins and regulation of his bodily system. Basically, he will have no idea what he is doing – especially with a human from another world.
⚫️ He finds sex fascinating on many fronts. The intimacy of two beings coming together in an instinctual call for pleasure is something else – but mostly he finds himself enjoying the connection. The feeling of his bond with you deepening into something more. He loses himself for a moment. Dulse finds himself observing your reactions more than fuelling his own pleasure.
⚫️ He, himself, is not the same as a human, and he feels flustered in having to explain his body so plainly. Though, he does not hold the same feelings in describing your own to himself. His phallus is unlike a human penis – despite whatever comments you may have had on his bulge in his bodysuit. It has a colour akin to his hair and pupils, a shade of purple. It more resembled a tendril than the typical cylindrical shape of what a human would have. Uncoiling it, he watched your reactions to it carefully. The term “hectocotylus” left your mouth. His explanation of depositing spermatophores may also really drive home just how different he really is from a human.
⚫️ He prefers privacy for sex – there is simply no way he will risk anything for pleasure. Besides, he wishes to use it a bit as research into humans, so it would be preferred to have a controlled environment. His hotel room in Alola or his actual home in the Megapolis are preferred, but your home is also something acceptable. Just, not on the beach or in his work office. Soliera finding out would be a nightmare. The beach would be dangerous enough as he is terrified of exposing any of his skin directly to sunlight, let alone such a tender spot.
⚫️ He has no idea what he is doing to attempt oral sex, but he will try with your encouragement. His stumbling is endearing as he lets himself find his way around your unfamiliar form. The feeling of light pressure against your clit while his hands grasp onto your thighs tightly is a bit maddening. Slowly, but surely, he gains confidence to pleasure you properly. Though, he may pull away to mumble notes to himself. While he does not mind receiving, he does state it might not be as possible as you think. He is embarrassed by the mucosa that keeps the length moisturised. Your tentative licks up the tendril lead to you both learning that it acts as an aphrodisiac in humans. He comes more around to the head as you gently take his length and show him pleasures that almost melt his mind. He, however, much prefers the actual act of sex to foreplay.
⚫️ Dulse is not really dominant nor is he submissive. There is more of a nature of just enjoying one another. You can ride him all you want and demand whatever, or he can pin you in whichever position seems feasible and please you, however, is desired. All that matters to him is that you enjoy yourself thoroughly. Your moans and cries do things to him that he had failed to previously realise he could feel. Dulse adores your arms locked around his body and the feeling of your warmth surrounding his tendril. He can hardly process whatever he wanted to note in those moments – only able to think of you.
⚫️ His kinks… Dulse struggles to think of anything that fascinates him. Though, he definitely can get a bit into documenting things with a voice recorder during the act. It functions as both an actual tool for his research, but also a strange kink in hearing your cries again later. “The human reacts intensely to the stimulae,” he mumbles while holding the logging device to his mouth. You can only whine as the tip of his penis pressed to your cervix, demanding entry. “They desire more, I believe,” he continues, focusing his attention almost entirely on what may follow.
⚫️ His libido is low. He sees not reason to seek out sex really, but he does find himself randomly consumed with an urge. He can match whatever level you have – if you are low like him, it appears to be mutually beneficial, but if it is high, he easily can find many ways to keep you satisfied. He does not know a lot, but he will happily look into sex toys from both your world and his own to keep you happy.
⚫️ His dirty talk is awful. He has no idea what to say. At best, if you get him to document the experience, you get to hear him basically narrate everything that is happening. “The human responds positively to the mucosa of the hectocotylus…” Dulse's voice is low as he watches you take his length into your mouth, expression shifting to something more pleasurable. It works really if you are into aliens, which you kind of have to be to even get this fat with him. Though, he does praise you quite a bit. “You are handling this all so well,” Dulse compliments as he begins to deposit his spermatophores inside you, “Amazing. Humans truly are an impressive species.” He truly means those words.
⚫️ His aftercare is lacking in the beginning, but he slowly learns what to do to help you. Cuddling is easy, as even he has the drive to just be close to you after everything. Getting a shower or bath ready is understandable and something he will also partake in. A drink? He keeps something nearby always. Food? He might not be able to cook immediately, but he will happily help you order take-out or find a snack. Dulse is a very intelligent man who does genuinely want to help you be comfortable with him.
cw: fluff, short, character exploration for Dulse
pairing: Dulse/Reader
The hotel room had the windows' blinds firmly shut and the curtains drawn, so not a peep of natural could get through.
It felt a little solemn being in a room only lit by artificial light, yet there was little other option. Dulse sat on the bed, pulling away his visor. There was no use when the sunlight was not a concern – though, it felt even the moonlight was far too bright at the same time. At least it did not do immediate, harsh damage to his skin. His headpiece came off, then his belt. A hand hovered over his concealed zipper.
Eyes darted to you, who sat watching curiously. A scientist of this world – one offered to his squad by the Aether Foundation. You two had grown a little bit too close for this to be good for his expedition. The skin-tight suit was undone and left him in only the even tighter under layer. A breath left him. It, at least, was more breathable. You moved closer to him. Your rest clothing was far more comfortable looking.
“… What are you staring at?” he finally asked. Your hand came to cup his cheek. The warmth of your hand almost made him unconsciously swoon. His world lacked the heat of this one; the tower could only replace so much. Their bodies adapted in turn, but they still very much craved the cradle of warmth. Your reply made his heart race. “Of course I'm in good shape,” his cheeks grew a darker blue than the pale colour surrounding, "I have been to many dangerous places and lacked a “pokemon” to protect me."
You were supposed to be studying Ultra Beasts through their more extensive knowledge of dealing with them. However, you were much more fond of his species as a point of fixation. He hardly could blame you – humans of Alola were higher on his priority list than he would admit. It was mutually beneficial for you both. Yes, that was what he said when asked in a professional context. Privately… He allowed his lips to meet your own. Your hands began to feel around his form.
You were wonderful; truly an expression of this bright world. Kind and endearing to Zossie; always helping her. How many times had she happily babbled to him about something in this world you had taught her? He held you closer to him. Human bodies were so warm. Dulse felt frigid in comparison. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours. Phyco would want a report sooner rather than later. Zossie might knock on the door because she got lonely even with Poipole and Furfrou. Soliera would tease him for being so enamoured with a human.
“… I truly wish to be with you,” he relented aloud, “I want to show you the Megapolis… I want you to show me more of this bright world.” You smiled at him and held his hand, agreeing to that. He let out a breath. That settled that… Your shared research would continue.
🥽Dulse General Romance HCs🌌
cw: fluff
🌑 The researcher had relationships as the furthest thing from his mind when he came to Alola. Handling the Blinding One was of utmost importance, not whatever personal feelings might arise in this bright world. It was that very goal; however, that led to someone becoming interesting to him. A human – yet, another one foreign to these shores, just as he was. They caught his attention because of their competence as a so-called trainer and strength.
🌑 But, it became more to him. You were almost like an embodiment of this world; so bright and warm. In battling you, he felt he learnt more about this world and more about you. He found his notes – supposed to be reserved for his research – filled with assorted thoughts about whatever you brought to his mind. Of course, he knew what love was, but it was only when Zossie teased him about the darkening of his cheeks in your presence that he connected it. You were more than just a possible asset in stopping the Blinding One. His heart raced. He knew that he needed you personally as much as his world might.
🌑 Dulse is quite skittish about displays of affection in public. He will not really stop you from engaging unless it is distracting or too much, but he does not initiate himself. The warmth from you is a maddening thing to him – feeling your body leaned against his arm or your lips pressed to the exposed parts of his face. You knew how to torment him. Yet, at most, you may find his hand grasping yours unconsciously as you lead him through the island region. Or as he leads you through the sprawling streets of the Megapolis.
🌑 In private, he still seems quite frigid and unresponsive, but he can become oddly desperate for your warmth. It was an addicting thing – a gentle kind that did not burn his skin painfully. His arms pull you into his lap as his face is buried into your nape. Your scent is something unfamiliar. He wishes to know all about you. Hands unconsciously explore your form, desperate to memorise even the most minute of details.
🌑 From you, he accepts it all. He is not one to stop as your hands enjoy the exposed hair atop his head. Your fingers dance through the strands curiously, but the touch is relaxing. Whenever your arms come around him, he finds himself frozen for a moment. Your head rests on his shoulder or above his heart – silently listening. Is his pulse different from your own? He knows it is slower. Yet, you cause it to speed up. Though, he is always bewildered by your kisses. Why do you desire them so much? He protests little about them, rather coming to enjoy the unexpected pecks.
🌑 Dates are actually pretty common. It is a good way to learn about each other's worlds. You take him to Malasada shops and watch as he states that he thinks the sugar content will kill him, and he takes you to light shows in the Megapolis – a showing of what can break the darkness of that world. He claims it is precious data when asked, but in truth he just enjoys his time with you. Though, your attempt to take him to the beach had him remind you that your sun can literally kill him in prolonged, direct exposure.
🌑 Dulse seems as if he is not jealous, but he silently is. There is a constant worry underneath his visor that a human from your world will prove themselves a better option than him. He hardly can consider himself the best – you have to learn so much about one another and constantly accommodate the other's highly specific needs. Seeing some human man flirt with you makes a painful feeling pierce his heart. Your smile falls however as you shake your head and state that you have a boyfriend. Dulse is shocked. Your embrace comes, and he realises that you really love him. Still, that silent fear resides inside him.
🌑 You both work out a strange schedule of staying back and forth between his world and Alola. It was necessity more than anything – you required sun, and he needed to go without it. Of course, it was a trial and error system because he mildly realised that food of his world might be unsuitable for you. His determination was confirmed by the scientist Colress from your world. (Who secretly kept in contact with Dulse, ever so fascinated by him.) You have to pack your own food, and he had to make sure you stayed within healthy levels for your needs. It is a lot of work, but he felt like it really reflected your dedication to one another.
🌑 Domestic moments are a bit odd with him… He pauses his typing on the holo device from his world to glance up at you. While you wished for more time alone with him and to satiate your curiosity about his world, he knew that you needed to return back to your world. Important levels in your body had lowered. Even your suggestion of an ultraviolet lamp had failed to replicate the necessitated levels. It had long become second nature to him to check in. You acted quite similarly during his prolonged stays in your world. Fretting over even the light burn to his flesh and rubbing some cream on him. Zossie had teased about you both becoming a married couple.
🌑 Ultimately, a relationship with Dulse is mildly difficult due to both his general demeanour and the compromise of him not being of your world. His love is quite genuine, though maybe not the most obviously passionate. He does truly adore you and wish to be with you, however it must be. You are both quite happy with one another despite the difficulties involved.
Can you do a Dulse x reader nsfw fic? I just realized how much I love this alien man…
cw: 18+ content, alien sex, AFAB reader and terminology, tentacle dick, short-ish, Minors DNI
pairing: Dulse/Reader
The feeling of the tentacle pressed so deep inside you – pressing against something that should not allow entry so determinately. Your toes curled as Dulse held your thighs apart, cock buried in between your folds. The initial shock was long gone. How could it not when the length seemed to know just where to run against to make you cry out?
His hips moved with a controlled pace. It almost felt practised with the rhythm he settled into, but you were not going to complain when the length stretching you open felt so nice. Your arms were locked around his neck, moaning out his name in desperation. More and more, he pushed you over the edge without ever making the move to slow down any. Yet, finally, you tensed. A loud cry came from you, holding onto the man for dear life.
Then something slipped in somewhere it should not. Your body held an instinctual panic. Dulse's thrusting had completely stopped. His face was something of focused determination. Trying to wriggle away made a whine leave you – the tentacle felt too wide to come back out. Could it? Your eyes were wide with concern. His hands grasped your hips to pull you back close.
“Stay still…” He spoke lowly. The tentacle moving around your womb became your entire focus. It was doing something – something you could not completely grasp. It seemed to poke the sides for a moment before pulling away to do the same action. Dulse's eyes closed. “I'm… I'm implanting spermatophores,” he explained finally, panting a bit, “Ah— You're doing quite well.” Your heart raced. He kept going and going. You felt his thumb rub against your clit. The rhythm careful and attentive of whatever your needs were.
You found yourself cumming once again. He pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out from your womb – and completely from you. You saw a deflating bulb towards the tip. He stared at your folds for a moment before pressing a hand right over your uterus from the outside. A feeling of something swaying inside made you cry out. He nodded in confirmation. “… They'll detach over time,” his words were barely reassuring, “Thank you for taking them.”
His lips pressed to your own in clunky attempt at comforting you. It at least was something. Reciprocating was far too easy with him even still.