#pokefilia

[falinkslover]

Love the idea of pressing your lips to your Pokemon partner's soft cock, taking it into your mouth and just holding your head down on the base until it starts to expand and fill your throat.

[zork-dork]

You should jerk off your Pokémon. Stroke their cock until they cum all over themselves and then keep stroking until they cum again.

[orange-together]

Pokephile flag

the flag to show your love for pokémon, more than the average trainer. Google drive download link

credit - 9ardevoir

[puppybug94]

The great struggle of working at a Pokémon supply chain is trying to stay professional ringing someone up while their houndoom is staring me down while his dick's poking out of his sheath.,,. Being extremely normal as I pet it and give it a Pokéblock treat just imagining it bending me over and railing me against the counter

[darkraiscuntboy]

Oral is underrated oral is underrated ORAL IS UNDERRATEEEEED

Tiny Pokémon straddling your face, small enough to put all their strength into holding onto your head, pushing their cock past your lips. The taste of them invades your tongue, the pre-cum already being pumped out in small spurts all along your tastebuds- you gag, drooling down your chin, trying to keep up with the furious rutting against your face. All you can smell and taste is them.

Large Pokémon pressing their slick, hot pussy to your mouth, coaxing you to lick and taste their slit. Their clit is puffy, erect, and they twitch and vocalize with every lap at their folds. Their juices are salty, warm, and as their arousal grows your Pokémon's fluids invade more and more of your mouth until it splashes against your cheeks from the sheer excess- and they haven't even cum yet.

Your Pokémon sound so happy to use your throat, how could you ever disappoint them?

[spitdrunken]

Uhm— so this is my first time requesting Pokephilia, and ngl im kinda nervous.

Ive been thinking about male Lopunny x fem reader who is a famous idol or coordinator. Hope thats okay?? That That Buneary definitely evolved into Lopunny because of how close he is to his trainer... And not in a friendship way exactly🙏🏻

No need to be nervous :D!! I'm glad that you sent this in, it took a while but I really liked this idea, genuinely. Thanks for sending it in! :3

notes: Pokephilia, semi-public sex

"How did you manage to become the best Coordinator in the region with your Lopunny? What's your secret?" The reporter, wearing a smile as practiced as your own, holds the microphone close. "The two of you are just so close, so perfectly in sync! I'd hesitate to pick out another pairing quite like you two on the scene at the moment.

You laugh, almost bashfully. "The answer is really simple, actually… Maybe a little too cliche?" You hold out your hand and Lopunny nuzzles his nose into your palm, ears twitching. His fur always has a shine to it.

"It's a lot of care and attention, mostly. The majority of Pokémon can't express themselves in the same way humans can, so you need to keep a close eye to make sure all their needs are being met! Mutual respect and understanding, I'd say that would be the secret to any idol that can do their job well."

It's a basic answer that you've rehearsed many, many times. To be fair, there is a modicum of truth to it. It really is important to know your Pokémon partner well, to be aware of what they're thinking and how to respond to their feelings. Being so caring and considerate will always foster truth between a human and Pokémon, regardless of their relationship.

That's all true. You just don't think it would be a good look on live television that your relationship has vastly improved by you taking care of his sexual needs. That you jack off your Lopunny before shows. That you sometimes let him do even more than that. Being aware of a Pokémon's sexual needs isn't that strange. The Lopunny line is even well-known, more like infamous, for being high maintenance in that area. But most people would send them to a specialised Daycare for them to relieve their urges, rather than to take care of it with their own body. Only perverts like you would do such a thing.

Even before this very interview, your hands had been tugging on Lopunny's fur. You're seated on the little couch in your personal changing room with your legs spread. His cock is driving inside you at a pace fast enough to jostle around your whole body, the legs of the couch scraping over the floor. Combined with your barely muffled breathy gasps, anyone passing by would ask questions.

"Lopunny!" You hiss out. Even with your hands clamped over your mouth to muffle your sounds, he can still pick up on everything you say with his excelling hearing. You don't want to think about what kind of scandal it'd create if you were caught fucking your own Pokémon. "Too fast, too loud— Please, just a little…!"

The head of his cock hits that special spot inside of you and the rest of your complaints melt on the tip of your tongue. As you kept being hit over there again and again, your coherent thoughts are reduced to a horny slush.

It feels good, you start to think to yourself instead, Who cares that your career might be ruined because of this, this is the only reason you got so far in the first place! Maybe you could make your living making videos of Lopunny fucking you instead. Maybe you'd make even more, with everyone watching you get absolutely debauched.

When Lopunny cums inside you, nuzzling his wet nose against your collarbone, you pet his head as you bring yourself over the edge with your other hand. With your legs twitching, your fingers stuffed into your mouth, you think that you don't want your relationship to be anything else.

As the reporter smiles and asks the next question, you can feel your partner's cum leak into your panties.

[lucario-toe-beans]

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.

[psychic-trainer-crystal]

Laying down in the forest and putting honey on my tits so wild pokemon come lick me