#siebold x reader

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.

Siebold trys hard to ignore the heat beginning to pool in his core, while he continues making breakfast for his dear Master.

His tail swished from side to side as his impure thoughts got the better of him. His firm, confident hands are beginning to tremble, thinking about grabbing hold of something softer. Your familiar scent made his mouth water, and your plush body was the perfect place to rub against.

Siebold let out a whimper his stirring cock craving your touch.

Though Siebold is careful in preparing your breakfast, it is second nature to him; he always takes pride in being the perfect provider, even while his approaching rut was beginning to muddle his brain.

He smiles as he finishes the final touches of your dish; it was simple but all of your favorites.

'such a good boy!' He could almost hear your voice say, his cock jumping at the thought.

You are still sleeping in your bed, even as Siebold calls you for breakfast. He calls you again quieter as he slowly opens your door, he didn't want to rudely wake you up but he also didn't want you eating cold food.

His eyes soften when they lay upon your sleeping form. Playing peacefully in your bed, he walks over, fighting his instincts to pounce on you. You were enticing enough your irresistible body lying peacefully. Your sweet scent alone drives him crazy. His hands pressed into the sheets as he looms over you.

Siebold whines your name, pawing at the sheets. His cock painfully straining in his pants... he was always such a well-behaved good boy, he both loves and hates how you make him drool like some mutt.

The temptation over takes him.

He nuzzles his face into your neck. He was unconsciously rolling his hips, enjoying the small amounts of friction against his clothing. Your soft hair tickled his face the sweet yet fading scent of yesterday's shampoo made him want more, but he pulled away his body, screaming in disapproval. Siebold passes under his breath feeling increasing discomfort, his neat tucked polo shirt and sweater vest becoming too hot for his body.

Only then you begin to slowly stir from your slumber. You're tired eyes laying upon your dog boy red in the face, gradually loosening his tie.

Siebold's eye widen, his face turns a darker shade of red apon seeing you.

"Ah! Y-your breakfast is ready..." Siebold clears his acting as if he wasn't on top of you and currently straddling you unable to hold back his need; he couldn't stop his hips from moving if we're so slightly against you.

"Siebold are you...?" you question, it must be mating season again.

"N-no! I-im fine!" he responds trying to hold back a whine

He saids he's fine but hes literally grinding against your waist...

"Siebold let me help you baby."

You purr, beckoning him to lean closer so you could run your fingers through his hair.

Siebold melts in your touch.

"Good boy,"

Shivers run down his spine his tail begins to wag. His calm well-behaved demeanor crumbling.

"M-master! Please! Hah~Oh-!"

His legs are trembling; he slowly slides his pants down enough for his swollen, throbbing cock to spring free. You wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking. Siebold trying desperately not to rut into your palm.

"dont cum unless i tell you to, understand?"

He nods before removing the blanket so he could be closer to your half naked body.

Siebold hold you in his arms his cock right between your legs as you keep stroking him his lips capture yours silencing his moans as he feels himself getting close. Only to break the kiss throwing his head back when you go faster.

"Close!" He whines, trying not to buck in your hand as he holds on to that edge of pleasure but not getting that release when you remove your hand from his aching cock.

" good boy~ you did so good~!"

Heat rushes to his cheeks, his tail wagging at your praise. His mouth on your shoulders and neck gives you deep kisses.

" so perfect and sweet for me~"

You moan, his shaft right against your clothed entrance, but he doesn't go further than that, just grinding right there, feeling the heat of your growing wetness on him.

Your sounds encourage Siebold to grind harder, fingers digging into your hips as he rolls his tongue rolling out of his mouth, his breath getting ragged as he keeps his gaze on you, practically devouring you with his eyes alone.

His blonde hair was now messy, and everywhere his neatly ironed clothes were now wrinkled and messed up. You make him like this. You reduce him to the animal he is.

And you wanted more...

You needed to feel him.

All of him.

... you could just barely see his knot beginning to swell

"S-seibold Please be a good boy-"

His ears perk that his favorite words.

"knott me."

That word alone coming out of your mouth like that went straight to his loins his eyes widen.

"F-Fuck.... I-... Mmh..."

He stumbles over his words; he wants to, he really wants to! Knott you would fill you up fuck you till he's fully satisfied. But...

"I... t-this will be your first time, a-are you sure?"

Even in the middle of his rut, he's loyal to you in your comfort his first priority. His eyebrows furrowed with worry his blue eyes filled with nothing but love, his hips slowing but not stopping quite yet.

"Yes, Please, I trust you."

His heart warms when he hears that from you he stops his hips and moves behind you.

He looks extremely excited he had to stop himself and plunging right inside of you when he removed your underwear... he wanted your first time with him to be special, and pleasurable for the both of you.

"C-can put on my collar for you first?"

You smirk; Siebold always feels more comfortable relinquishing his control to you, and you are happy to indulge. You nod, watching him grab his leash and collar and slowly put them on, giving you the end of the other end of the leash.

He grabs your hips and slides inside of you slowly. He can't hold back his moans, making wonderful noises as he slides inside, soft wet walls gripping around him. You are so warm pulsating and squeezing him... he had to move... he needed it... no more waiting. He needed you... he was only halfway inside when he started to move, incapable of controlling himself

"F-feels s-so good!" Words fall from his lips as he loses control you tug at his leash encouraging him to buck his hips.

"Ah! Such a good mate, beautiful tight mate!"

Siebold growls his fingers digging into your hips once again trying to reach deeper; with every thrust

You grab at the sheets, his cock beginning to piston inside you.

His pace was wild and rough. Finally, succumbing to his instincts to claim you as a mate, to knot and fill you till you're nice and full. Make you sore tomorrow, so you'll stay in bed wrapped up in the covers while he takes care of everything.

You could feel you clench around him you are close.

"That's it... squeeze around me! You're so good! You feel like heaven! Thank you for letting me fuck you!"

Grabbing more of the Rope, you pull him down to you, your lips colliding with his in a messy kiss, his tongue going inside your mouth, wrestling and tasting your own.

As soon as he breaks the marks, you with his teeth, sinking his fangs into your shoulder and biting down. You lose it, his name falling from your lips as you back up into him while cumming.

Siebold feels your walls tightening up, his knot fat and swollen, battering against your entrance as he tries to force it inside.

"Mine! My Owner! My darling true love! My stunning Treasure!"

Siebold gives one last hard thrust before stilling. Cumming hard when he feels his knot in you for the first time, your eyes roll back as you feel it too. Locking the two of you together. Hot cum fills your insides with spurt after spurt; Siebold tries to grind against you, only to feel another minor wave of pleasure.

"S-still cumming...Y-you make me crazy." He murmurs, laying his body on yours, his dick still deep inside, still filling you with his thick knot.

"I love you." Siebold whispers brushing his lips against your neck.

"I love you too," you respond, your heart feeling full, but not your stomach as it growls.

Siebold let's out of breathless chuckle.

(The sharp-edged metal piece clicks into the final slot of your badge case on a bright but chilly November afternoon. It glints angrily in the sunlight and you consider ripping it out and throwing it into the nearest pile of snow. You almost do, but then the figure next to you begins to speak and you decide against it.

“I think you know what comes next,” he says, brushing a sweep of light blond hair out of his eyes and smiling softly. “I’ll be waiting for you at the League.”

“I’ll meet you there,” you reply with as much conviction as you can muster.

You don’t.)

From the lakefront, all you can see is blue. You can stand there for an entire afternoon, looking at the serene azure lake and the way a small rocky cavern juts out in the middle. So you do—feet dipping into the cool water, eyes tracing the edge where the lake meets the land and glancing occasionally into the cavern’s opening.

There’s something special about the lake. You’re not too sure what that something is, but the locals know and so you accept it. Regardless, the lakefront, like the balcony of your rented bungalow, is an easy place to spend time staring.

Staring is all you’ve been doing—at the sky, at the ocean, at the Wingull poking around the beach. That, and drinking wine. Every so often, you find yourself no longer staring, but back in Kalos, outside of Wulfric’s gym in Snowbelle City on that brisk November afternoon. Still, you let it pass through when it wants to, and you stick to the pattern. Stare, drink wine, repeat.

Then a familiar voice, clear and sharp, cuts through the quiet, calling out your name.

(By the fourth badge, you begin to resent the way the metal pieces feel between your fingers and the way Siebold grins when you show them to him. But you can’t quit. So you tell him that you’re one step closer to kicking his ass—he tells you that he’s looking forward to it—and you continue on.

You leave Clemont’s gym exhausted, Valerie’s crying, Olympia’s numb. And when Wulfric drops the eighth badge into your shaking palm, you want to scream. You want to climb the cliffs by Cyllage City and throw your badge case into the sea.

You want to quit. And you can.

So you do.

In December, you step on a plane to Sinnoh and don’t bother looking back.)

From the beach, all you can see is blue. You can stand there for what feels like forever, watching the steady rocking of the endless navy ocean and the way the waves break. So you do—toes buried in the sand, hair tangling with the light breeze drifting past.

“You don’t have to finish it,” Siebold remarks, standing next to you with an arm around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder. He isn’t referring to the wine-filled glass in your hand, which he occasionally nudges out of your grasp to take a sip from, but rather the reason you’re here in the first place. “There’s no point in pushing forward if it isn’t what you want to do.”

“I feel like I failed,” you sigh quietly before bringing your glass to your lips. You mean, I feel like I failed you.

The waves continue to lap at your feet as the breeze picks up and the sky begins to darken. You down the rest of the wine and make a move to head back to your little bungalow. For a moment, you think that maybe he won’t follow, but he grabs your free hand and his eyes—blue—meet yours as he replies, “You didn’t fail.”

You could never fail me.

(“Siebold won’t ever shut up about you,” Malva scoffs, her attention focused on examining her perfectly manicured nails. “It must mean that you’re something special.” 

You notice the slight curve in the corners of her mouth before she reverts back to her typical frown.

“I’ve never heard you say anything that nice before.”

“Don’t worry,” she rolls her eyes. “It won’t happen again.”)

From the airport, all you can see is blue. You can stand there for as long as you’re allowed to, taking in one last glance of the sapphire tinted scene and the way the colors blend together. So you do—hands tucked in your jacket pockets, eyes fixed on the view.

“You look like you need a few minutes,” he says, reaching over to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll be waiting for you on the plane.”

“I’ll meet you there,” you reply, truthfully this time.

His sharp gaze pierce into yours deep and blue His cock buried so deep as he took in every reaction, every slight movement. You underneath him like this such a pretty sight he can't help but stare.

Sometimes he plays with you in ways just to see new reactions. Whether it's your face twisting in pure pleasure as his fingers sink deep or your lip quivering, trying to form words, gasping for breath as he takes more from you lifting your hips to reach deeper.

And every time your eyes would meet his, you would look away, face turning red with an arm covering your blushing face. Hiding the way your face twists in pure delicious pleasure when you cum on his cock.

This time, when you whined about how close you were getting, He, with one hand grabbing your wrists, Siebold pins them both over your head. You cry out and whine in embarrassment, unable to hide your face as you feel his hips pick up. Slamming harder into you over and over, filling the room with the wet slapping of skin.

He grows in disapproval when you take your beautiful eyes off him for a second. His lips slammed on yours. Occupying you with his tongue while he reaches for something. Anything to keep your hands busy. He grabs a hold of his tie out of the pile of forgotten clothes tightening it around her arms, using his now freed hand to hold your chin, making you look directly at him.

"Don't Hide yourself for me, darling, ha! I want to see the wonderful faces you make as you cum on my cock."

His grip was strong, His cock twitching as you give him your undivided attention. Fuck, The way you look right now. Looking up at him with such a lewd expressions, knowing that he's the one doing this to you. And you're clenching too, your face turning red as your walls grip his throbbing cock. How dare you hiding from him this entire time when you like it just as much as he does.

You had a full view of his expression when he came deep inside of you. Gritting his teeth, eyebrows furrowed, pupils blown, His blue eyes filling with tears at the share pleasure of your walls milking him dry. You explode coming on his cumming at the sight of it. Nail's digging into palms, forcing your eyes closed, Arching your bag up into him...

Beautiful...