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leggerefiore · 5 months

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Since we have villains catching their so touching themselves to their clothes, could we have them touching themselves? With or without so's clothes

cw: 18+ content, masturbation, clothes sniffing,

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre☀️

☕️ He usually tended not fall to such ways of resorting his needs. His preference certainly fell towards having a moment alone with his partner to relieve himself. Yet, a rare situation arose after coming home to an empty apartment. You had left a note detailing that you would be away for a while and not to worry, but Lysandre felt utterly distraught. He, himself, had been away for days, having been stuck between business meetings and whatever else decided to come up. Sighing, he seemed to accept the inevitable. A message to you had been left unread for much too long. Lysandre found himself sitting on the bed, clutching a shirt of yours tightly. A lingering smell settled his mind as he slid away the many layers he wore. His hand found itself grasping his cock. Where had you gone?

☕️ He could only wonder as his hand came to grip his dick. The stress of running both his lab and Team Flare was naturally getting to him. He had planned to relieve it with you, but he supposed that this would work well enough. As he began to pump his hand, he drew together a scene in his mind of you dressed so delicately. Lingerie that he had carefully picked out to just suit your body complimented you every bit as well as he expected. You were laid out on the bed as his hands explored both your skin and the fabric curiously. A groan left him as the erotic image as his hand began to move faster. Your lingering scent on the shirt worsened his yearning. The lingerie would become a mess as he began to thrust into you. Your body was a perfect fit underneath him. His stomach felt tight as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

☕️ But, it never came. Instead, the door of the bedroom opened, and he immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. You stood there with a bag hanging off your arm. It seemed to be forgotten as you stepped into the room. He did not even feel overly surprised when you daringly sat in his lap. Lysandre sighed when your hand came to grip his length and gently began to imitate the movements he was doing moments prior. A kiss soon was shared between you both as it turned into something deeper. He stopped you once again before he could cum, wanting more than just to get off like this. You pulled away from the kiss and panted, resting your forehead against his own. “Well, that was a nice sight to come home to,” you lightly joked as he gripped your hips tightly, “Lys, ravish me.” He gladly obliged your request.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He hated doing things like this. It felt like he was giving into his base instincts. The feeling had suddenly come over him as he sat down on the bed. You had gone away for the day, writing out a quick text telling him that you decided to travel to Jubilife for whatever reason. Exhaustion lapped at his mind, but so did something else. Cyrus grumbled as he grasped your pillow. The lingering smell of you set his mind at ease. You always teased him. Your texts may have seemed innocent to an unrelated bystander, but he knew better. His teeth were clenched together. The images of your outfits you would send him flashed in his mind. Cyrus hated the idea that you actually knew exactly how to work him up and now had denied him a chance to get you back. No matter, he supposed.

☄️ His hand quickly undid his pants' button as he freed his dick from the constraints. You tormented him. He gripped it firmly as he began methodically to jerk his hand up and down. Normally, you pestered him by rutting against his groin whenever you decided to initiate sex. The image of you sitting in his lap, panting and whining, made his toes curl. His hand began to move faster as he imagined your hand instead being the one wrapped around his dick. You would coo things in his ear about how cute his flustered face was, or beg him to make a sound. He swallowed. Somehow, the image of you laid underneath him in vest Galactic vest made him much too close. His hand would grip your thighs as he positioned himself, ready to thrust into you. A quiet groan left his throat as his hand's movements became more and more sporadic. What had you cursed him with?

☄️ Yet, just before he could finally cum and relieve himself of his temporary madness, a sound stopped him. A door opening. His head instantly shot to where it was. You stood just outside of the bedroom with wide eyes. His hand froze. Before either of you could say a word, you dropped the bag you were holding and found yourself eagerly at his side. Your grip replaced his own. The rate his heart raced at was concerning. “Cy,” you cooed at him playfully, “You really thought I left for Jubilife? Come on, I was just trying to surprise you with your favourite meal.” The ingredients were forgotten, however, as your hand began to pump his dick. He allowed this, deciding that he would much rather this be over as soon as possible. Of course, that was not your intention as you suddenly pinned him to the bed. “I missed you, too,” your hand was already pulling down your bottoms. Dinner would be coming much later than usual, it seemed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He hated the feelings you brought out of him. Envy. Annoyance. Rage. So many negative feelings dwelled within the blond whenever you unfortunately crossed his mind. The worst, however, had to be the lust that swirled inside him. You ruined his plans. Arceus sent you specifically to stop him, and then mocked him further by choosing you in front of him. Yet, Volo still could not get you out of his mind, no matter his desperate attempts. Revenge was the furthest thing from his mind as he clenched a forgotten top that you had left at a Galaxy Team camp. He brought it to his nose as he felt your familiar scent overcome his mind. His mind played many scenes of you bending over before him as you did your research tasks, or the way you called out his name.

⭐️ His bottoms were quickly undone as he instantly fisted his cock. Many images of you in various states of undress crossed his mind, yet the odd one out of among them was how you fell back at the Temple of Sinnoh. The fear on your face — how you seemed utterly beneath him, made his grip grow tighter as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Volo wanted to pin you to the ground at the sacred place and absolutely ravish you in front of the deity that found it so easy to deride him. Your moans echoed in his ears as his motions grew more and more frenzied. He pretended the rigid feeling of his hand was you, yet his mind obviously knew better. A groan left his throat as he felt himself moving closer to the edge by the second.

⭐️ His hand came to a complete stop as the door to his cabin opened up. Your eyes met his as you stood in confusion. “... So, you did have my shirt,” you bravely entered the home and shut the door behind you, “I know I have been busy, Volo, but you terrified the professor.” When you were in his range, he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You made a distressed sound as you fell against the floor. The blond instantly had your wrists pinned above your head. You sighed, “Well, threaten me with a good time, why don't you?” He grumbled about how you managed to kill the scene so quickly. It mattered little as he pulled down your bottoms with ease. You helped him get off your strange underwear, and he soon found himself re-enacting a similar scene to the one from his imagination.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The delinquent gave a sigh as he entered his room to not see you there. Of all the times you had gone off. Guzma quickly checked his phone to confirm you were off doing something in Malie and left Po town. He sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing to do. He debated something between wandering around the beach for Wimpod sightings again or harassing Nanu. The idea of the old man sending one of his cats after him again made him stop, though. Instead, he spied a forgotten piece of laundry laid on out the floor. He felt his grin grow on his face.

□ Pulling down his sweats, he pulled out his cock. The grunts were out of the house for a while, which gave him some personal time. His hand grasped his dick as he focused on the underwear you had left behind on the floor. Putting them to his nose, he gave a sniff and felt he was between your legs. Guzma pumped his length as he thought about you pressed against his sheets. You were wearing his medallion and his coat as you moaned underneath him. He began to move his hand in time with the thrusts in his fantasy. It had been a while since you two had been at it because of all the shit Lusamine had him doing. His movements grew more frantic as the fictional you called out his name. Guzma knew he was about to bust a nut.

□ It never came, though, because the bedroom door swung open and made let go of his dick in a panic. Before he could pull up his sweats and go off on whatever grunt dared do something so stupid, he heard you call out his name. You saw him and instantly shut the door behind you. “Seriously, Guz? I told you I wasn't going to be long,” you sighed as you walked over to him. He let out a high-pitched noise when you grabbed his dick. “I've missed you too much to let this pass by,” you told him plainly, “Lay down.” The big, bad boss was not about to deny an order from his partner. His fantasy was fulfilled in a different way.

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leggerefiore · 8 months

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Basically, this is the Subway Bosses leaving their announcement microphone on and broadcasting something they say to s/o across the gear Station

cw: sexual implication and themes in Emmet's part, 18+ content in Emmet's part

▲Ingo▼

The Gear Station was busy as always as you stood among the crowd with Ingo. He gazed around the carefully, clearly looking for anything that made need his attention. You could only shake your head. The older twin was not the time to grant himself even a moment of respite when his beloved came to see him at work. You had brought him lunch, since you felt worried that he might skip out on it today. He and you chatted absent-mindedly about assorted things for a moment, going between when he would likely be home for work and possible evening activities together. Everything was peaceful despite the situation around you both.

Well, it was until his radio perked up and a nervous voice of a train driver echoed through, alerting Ingo that there was a delay on the C-line to Opelucid City. He clicked his tongue and muttered an acknowledgement before moving to grab his portable microphone that was used for announcements. A familiar alert jingle rang out through the station alongside Ingo's voice as he gave the update that he just received to the commuters of the station. It was repeated once after to make sure it was heard and understood. He shook his head and sighed. You knew this just confirmed his feelings of being unable to rest easy on any shift.

Ingo leaned towards you to take the lunch box from your hands and press a kiss to your cheek. He looked at you with loving eyes and spoke sweetly, “I love you always, my dear, and I thank you for giving me such a kindness.” It would have made you gasp and hug him had it not been for one issue.

His voice also echoed out through the station's PA system. Ingo stood mortified for a moment before quickly moving to turn off his microphone. A few people froze and looked around the station, baffled by what they just heard. You could see Depot Agents scratching their heads as they tried to figure out just what that message meant. Ingo's face bloomed bright red as he tried to act like that had not just happened. Of course, he was denied such a thing as his radio flared to life again.

A familiar voice came out of it.

“Ingo, I love our job, too, but we cannot just confess our love to our commuters like that!” Emmet's voice was teasing even through the static on the frequency.

“I…” he picked up the radio to reply, “I am going to lock myself in our office. Please do not disturb me.” With that, he stumbled away with the lunch box to do just as he said.

You could only watch him in pity.

▽Emmet△

Emmet pinned you playfully to the office couch. He hovered above you with a teasing grin as his gloved hands danced under your shirt. You shivered at the feeling and let out a soft whine. You had come to surprise him on his break, but everything had quickly turned into something steamy as Emmet pulled you into his lap for a cuddle. A kiss became something more, and that is how you ended up pressed against the black leather as Emmet hovered above you like a predator. Before he could lean down for another kiss, his radio started up. He pouted but picked it up.

A driver on the other end spoke with a tired tone, stating there was a delay on a B-line going to Undella. Emmet gave a curt acknowledgment and whined as soon as the line was quiet. You could already tell he was not looking forward to this mess during a peak vacation season. He turned on his portable microphone and made the most dry and monotone announcement he could, declaring the delay to the Gear Station. He repeated it once more and shifted his focus back to you. It seemed he still had a quickie in mind.

His lips pressed to yours as he rutted against you, surging pleasure through your veins. You both were quickly getting hotter and hotter, so Emmet pulled away to tug up your shirt. Then, with a teasing grin and playful eyes, he asked, “Are you ready for my Eelektross, darling?” You then bucked up against him and caused him to groan. This mood, however, quickly ended as you both heard his voice echo across the station. He instantly turned off his microphone and pulled away from you, completely petrified. You did not think that you had ever seen anything manage to ruin his libido.

His radio flared to life again. A familiar angry voiced blasted out of it loudly.

“Emmet,” Ingo spoke threateningly, “What was that?”

Emmet then curled into himself and begrudgingly picked up the radio.

“I am Emmet, and I am no longer horny.”

You could not stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

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