#lucario posts

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Thinking about a trainer with scratches all up their front and back cause they got double teamed by their pokemon

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Naive and innocet young trainer who wouldn't understand what was happening from start to finish or a young trainer who feigns innocence to others, but you suspect is aware (maybe their aura gives them away), as they intentionally and repeatedly place themselves in compromising positions, in easy reach, and seemingly accidentally brushing up with surprising frequency?

[Note from future Luca, unfinished. Don't remember where I was going with this]

I'VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR THIS ONE THIS IS JUST ARGHHGG. I LOVE THIS TROPE SM. TRAINERS EXPERIMENTIMG WITH THIER POKEMON BABYYYYY

Short fic(?, I guess?) under cut!!

//pokephillia, kodo, young!trainer/pokemon, experimentation, exploration, somno-ish, public//

Working with and helping my trainer grow was always something I had prided myself on. They were young, as many new trainers are and hadn't had the chance to figure out themselves in the world like pokemon often had the chance to on our own.

So I wasn't exactly new to my trainer's new feelings and behaviors, even if they certainly were.

It started with late nights and early mornings in our tent, where I'd wake to strange shifts in my trainer's aura, with them squirming in thier sleeping bag.

The poor thing, I'd try to offer my help, petting thier hair, pressing my snout to thier face to nuzzle them, trying to hold them close; only to be pushed away with a huff about how it "makes them feel weird".

Then these little shifts in thier feelings started happening more often as we traveled from place to place. In the middle of training, I'd sense a shift in the familiar thrum of determination, only to look over and see them avoiding my gaze, cheeks red. They started to avoid touching me after battles, saying that it was all "too embarrassing," even in celebration of our victories.

It wasn't until we reached the next city that I saw a big shift in this shy, avoidant demeanor in my usually driven trainer.

We'd been staying at a hotel. Not anywhere nice, somewhere cheap, in a district clearly meant for more... discreet stays then traveling trainers and thier pokemon.

They'd found a few magazines and dvds in the room— perhaps complimentary, perhaps a sign of a lack of thorough cleaning following each guest— but, I felt that shift again and they started to look through each, so very carefully.

I did my best to provide them privacy to this exploration, as any decent partner would. I kept myself busy by organizing our stuff, going through our supplies to determine what we'd need from the store before the next leg of the journey for another gym badge...

...but I'd be lying to say I didn't glance over.

Blushing and squirmy, they could barely tear thier gaze away from thier new stash of adulthood. Before long they excused themself to the bathroom with a squeak, attempting to hide a magazine behind thier back.

It was a while before they came back out, but when they finally did, they were flush, a bit shakey, lip swollen and red like they had been biting down on it.

"Lets go to bed, Lucario," they mumbled, only briefly meeting my eyes before bashfully looking away to put on pajamas.

It was when we settled into bed that our relationship made its first shifts.

Laying down next to them in bed, I could still see the way thier aura spiked and shifted with nerves, confusion and simmering feelings arousal. I tried to close my eyes, to ignore it, as any previous attempts to comfort them, to guide them through this had been denied.

But then I feel a shift in the bed, feel my dearest trainer scoot back to brush against me, thier movements clumsy and exploratory.

My breath catches as the seat of thier pj shorts brushes against the slit of my sheath and I have to bite back a growl, ears pinning back with restraint.

I crack my eyes open, watching from over thier shoulder as they squirm closer, a hand pressed over thier own mouth, thier aura pulsing with excitement and trepidation.

Not wanting to scare them off from this experiment, this search for relief, I allow them to move as they wish, staying as still and quiet as one can manage with thier beloved trainer rubbing against thier crotch.

The tip of my cock begins to slip from its sheath, catching against those shorts, a smear of fluids streaking across them. I barely manage to hold back a whine, breath quickening.

They gasp as they feel the tip press against thier pajamas, freezing for a moment, the spike of intimidation they feel almost painful to witniss.

But, slowly, my trainer manages to work up thier courage, taking slow breaths in the dark of the hotel room, before bumping thier hips clumsily back into mine, encouraging my cock to slip out of its sheath, pressing against their backside.

I can barely keep myself in check with this alone, but when they shift, allowing my shaft between thier legs, I can't help the growl that escapes me, nipping thier shoulder.

They freeze, thighs squeezing around my cock in thier panic.

Despite my frustrations, they don't make any further moves for the night, pulling the scratchy hotel blanket up higher and pretending that nothing is happening, all the while I ache between thier thighs.

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I NEED to pin down and fuck another pokemon after a hunt. Preferably to make it submit to my trainer.

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Kinda tempted to start making fantasy toy designs for pokemon... maybe even frame/parody them like pokemon cards... descisions.

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Okay, haven't been available as much lately cause of irl stuff and also. ✨️Identity issues✨️

I'll update on what that means for here later, but I wanna do some quick housekeeping.

I'm not tolerant of perpetuating true rape culture. Its one thing if its a fun cnc roleplay, rape play or free use lifestyle, but its something entirely different if your talking about non consenting parties.

I don't tolerate things related to rape the moment they step outside of a consensual kink and dark fiction bubble. This includes victim blaming. Joking about entire groups of people being assaulted to "correct them". Or anyone who advocates for political positions that remove an individual's rights to autonomy, self advocacy, privacy or any other right.

I normally wouldn't make this post, but I've had to block an unexpected amount of people for this; because in posts that are explicitly non-kink, they are advocating for either explicit or implicit rape culture.

Fuck off with that. Everything on my blog is strictly fantasy and restricted to consenting adults.

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Ok so hear me out this one,

Imagine just how warm and soft cinderace is, like not even just on the outside with all that rabbit fur, but like how nice it would feel to mate with them on a freezing cold night, feeling that fire type warmth radiate into you just sounds so nice.

I dont know, this could just be me

YOU. YOU CLIMBED INTO MY BRAIN AND LEFT THIS AND I AM EBFJSKEB

Very much agreed. This is ABSOLUTELY the ideal in mating with a Cinderace. Anyways, ramble of my thoughts that have been rolling around since you sent me this below:

Pinning a Cinderace in place on a frigid night, paws wrapped tight around its warm thighs, preventing it from moving away as my tongue laps across its most sensitive spots. Giving a growl and baring my teeth against those much too warm inner thighs any time it squirms. And when it cums on my tongue? I can feel every drop, the heat tracing from my tongue to my throat and down into my belly, the stray droplets that streak down my maw and into my fur. Just... ugh. Perfect warm snack when its cold.

Or perhaps grabbing a Cinderace by the ears, shoving it up against me to keep my cock warm. Rubbing my cock across its cute face until there's so much precum that its fur is damp. Shoving my cock in that warm mouth and relishing in the feeling of its hot tongue amidst the cold almost as much as I am the pleasure it gives me.

Holding back Cinderace's head by its ears as I bite at its neck, pounding into it, sweating against its hot body despite the chill in the air. My knot catching slightly on its deliciously hot hole a few times, before finally pushing it, the gush of my cum somehow cooler than the inside of its body.

Worn out from fucking it, I lay back, finally letting Cinderace move— albeit, with a grumble— and letting it go to town on me, however it likes; its hot body and constant movement more than enough to keep back the cold.

Pushing it onto its back once I can pull my knot out, and spreading those, thick, warm thighs and burying my muzzle against its fucked out hole. Lapping out my cum, feeling it move down my throat as I swallow, hotter than before, heated by that energetic fire type's body.

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Fingering and playing with cute little lucario sheath :)

YES

Sheath play is just sooooo (///∇///)

Urghsdbfjsjeyd

Anyways, thoughts:

A trainer helping thier Lucario with grooming, brushing and cleaning up fur, only stumble across something they hadn't particularly given much thought to before leading to rubbing thier fingertips across the edge of the sheath, then gentle exploring, to downright fingering while thier Lucario, watching as it falls apart.

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Favorite part abt lucario :3

I think that can be answered by my blog name, lol. Toe beans! Very very cute, even if not shown much in canon.

But if we wanna talk in the sexual sense, probably the aura sensing organs/appendeges. Very cute to imagine some of the things you can do to a Lucario with those.

Ramble below:

Since they're sensory organs, particularly related to aura, I imagine they're pretty sensitive. There is a LOT of teasing one could do with this, perhaps even unintentionally.

Seeing as they look a bit like hair, I could definetly see a trainer playing with what they thought was thier pokemon's hair, only for thier Lucario to slowly get increasingly squirmy and sensitive, until its too much for either one to ignore. Maybe its that the trainer now has a desperately hard/wet mess to deal with, maybe its that Lucario bursts into tears because its so overwhelmed with being so very intimately aware of the affection its trainer holds for it.

Or perhaps you're another pokemon, and you know this about a Lucario you meet. Pinning down your teammate and nippong at Lucario's sensors(?) letting them feel how much you wanna fuck it. Maybe tugging at your opponent's feelers until it cry, and letting it feel how amusing you find this.

And of course we have the options for more interesting forms of masturbation/self soothing. A lucario touching its feelers to create a feedback loop of arousal until its ready to burst. Or maybe thinking nice things about yourself as you neaten the fur on it, and getting the sensory equivalent of *watching* your smile grow bigger and bigger as you clean yourself up.

Its just a very interesting and cute and sexy part of Lucarios ( ￣▽￣)