I’m asexual, of course won’t I fuck real people, but if my favorite fictional character would ask me I’d be down for anything.

Tying up your partner's tie for them.... THINK OF THE DOMESTIC BLISS FI

cw: fluff

character: Larry, Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The salaryman was frozen after you approached him with something in your hands. It had been just after he finished buttoning his shirt, too. He soon realised what it was when the sky-blue fabric came into view. His tie. You deftly brought it around his collar and began manoeuvring the fabric into proper form. Larry decided to simply let it happen. This made his morning a bit easier after all. Your hand then soothed out the tie as you stepped back with a smile on your face. He took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure it looked alright before nodding at you.

🍙 “Thanks, dear,” he leaned forward to press a kiss on your cheek. You seemed to desire more, however, as you pulled him in by the same tie for a proper kiss. Larry did not resist. He moved away afterwards to slip on his suit jacket and do another once over to make sure that he was completely ready for the day. Heading towards the door, he glanced around for his briefcase. You suddenly appeared from the bedroom to hand it off to him. A sigh left him. Right. He had placed it there last night. It was taken easily, and he gave another thank you in reply.

🍙 But, you caught him before he could finally depart and pressed another kiss to his lips. He reciprocated the affection. “Goodbye,” Larry spoke when he pulled away, “I'll probably be home earlier than usual. Geeta said I have too much overtime again.” You nodded and waved bye to him as he headed to the door.

Oddly, he would admit he felt strangely invigorated for the day.

▲Ingo▼

● The Subway Boss was caught off guard when you appeared holding his tie. He was just about to go get it himself, so he spoke a polite thank you and reached out for it. You pouted. He froze. Then, you began to bring the blue fabric around and under his collar, and he understood. Did you wish to tie his tie for him? Ingo allowed you to do what you clearly wished to with no resistance. Your hands were steady and careful while you began to work the fabric into the correct form for a tie. When you finally moved to soothe out the fabric, Ingo hummed at your work. It was quite well done.

● “Thank you, dearest,” he resisted his usual urge to applaud when giving praise. Your smile at him warmed his heart. Such a lovely sight first thing in the morning could make the worst workday more manageable. The older twin leaned in to peck a sweet kiss to your lips before returning to his routine. You seemed to disappear out of the bedroom while he collected his coat and cap. He slipped them both on as he headed towards the door to leave. You soon emerged from the kitchen to hand him a lunch box. It was taken without complaint from him.

● Then, you sneaked another kiss to his cheek, making him chuckle a bit. He grasped your hand softly and met your eyes. “I'll be home a bit later tonight,” Ingo warned gently, “… It… It will certainly be a busy evening. I can only hope there are no incidents…” He did not want to start on about that, though. You both shared your goodbyes as he headed out the door.

The lunch would assuredly be enjoyed on his break. He could never say no to anything that you prepared for him.

▽Emmet△

○ The younger twin felt like he was going mad as he searched around for the blue fabric everywhere. It was not on the dresser where he was certain that he left it, and it did not end up in the top drawer either, or was it in the laundry basket. Emmet was quite close to losing it. He did not want to be nagged by Ingo for being “out of uniform” or breaking the rules. Though, you suddenly appeared with the exact thing he had been looking for. Before he had a chance to get out a thank you, the fabric was brought around his collar. No protests left him as your hands quickly moved the fabric into a proper shape. Soothing it out, you then stepped away from Emmet. He checked over it with a glance in the mirror and nodded to himself and you.

○ “Thank you, darling!” he smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. His lips pecked a kiss to your head as he enjoyed the embrace for a moment. Did he really have to go? He knew better, of course. Soon, you were freed from his hold. Emmet rushed around to collect the rest of his uniform and slipped it on in quick form. His feet did not stop carrying him until he reached the entryway to slip on his shoes. You caught him there and handed him a lunch box. He took it with another smile.

○ Daringly, you even sneaked a quick kiss from him as he was turning to say goodbye. A giggle left him. Before you could pull away, he trapped you in another embrace and kissed you again in return. “See you later,” he hummed, “I will try to be home as soon as I can! It will probably be verrry hard… Ingo is being mean again.” Ah. Something had happened at work then. Emmet then got one last kiss before finally departing for work.

He was noted to be in a good mood by everyone at the station, at least. Despite the incident that had happened.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss buttoned up the top of his shirt as he kept a close watch on the clock. Of all days, for someone to demand a meeting with him… He had to put off his plans for climbing Coronet for another day. His hand moved to grab the tie he had there, but it was gone. He blinked a few times before seeing you in the doorway, holding it. There was not enough time for him to ask what you were doing before you approached him. The black fabric was brought around his collar and deftly tied properly with little error. Cyrus felt himself try to ignore the closeness of you both.

☄️ When you pulled away and soothed the fabric out, he finally relaxed. The tie was done well enough, and he had no complaints about the time it had taken you to do it. “Thank you,” he said simply. You seemed to pout a little, but nothing was spoken. You vanished out of the bedroom while he finished getting ready. After he put on his suit jacket and overcoat, he headed to the entryway to put on his shoes. Before he could truly leave, he realised his briefcase was not at the door. Right. It was in the bedroom. You soon appeared once more with it for him. Cyrus took it from you.

☄️ Your eyes pierced his very being. Emotions… He wanted to grumble. His hand came to softly cup your cheek. “Thank you once more, beloved,” Cyrus spoke carefully, “... I will likely be home late. Please do not wait up for me.” You still seemed unsatisfied. Before he could move away, you kissed him quickly. Cyrus sighed internally. The affection was soon over, and he pulled back. You both spoke your goodbyes while he was heading out the door.

Perhaps… Perhaps he would try to come home earlier tonight. With this meeting, after all, there was little work for him to properly finish today.

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this is my Emmet headcannon and nobody can tell me otherwise

OKAY SO- Your Tarzan Ingo AU has my horny brain by the balls, and my god, I love it. This one idea has swirled around my head for so long so have a random prompt, if you want to do anything with it! Imagine you have been his 'mate' for a good while, and with plenty of raw sex to boot! He has been rutting into you basically nonstop when he can whenever you're together, his brain turned to mush between growls of "breed, breed, breed!" and babbling how much he loved you. Him hissing in pain when you leave scratch marks in his back as you cling onto him as he thrusts his cock in over and over again, and egging him on more and more with the occasional kiss. It is only a matter of time before welp, it's confirmed that you're pregnant. Your belly has only started to swell at but it would be noticeable enough to your 'mate' once he sees you. (It's a tad early to be getting that big, but it would probably only be a big baby... spoiler alert, it's two. ;D) It wouldn't take long for you to find Ingo (or him to find you?) and reunite with him after spending time back in the village due to being sick. Of course, he brought back food but that could wait as he wanted to breed you again. Of course, you miss his girthy cock inside of you so get straight to stripping. But you decide to surprise him without words by just straddling his hips and lifting your shirt to show off the proof that he successfully bred you. Ingo would be so confused as he palmed at your belly before it finally got through his brain that he actually knocked you up. You were pregnant! Pregnant with his 'pups', his babies! (You said you were sure it would only be one baby... imagine his smug face months later when you hold your newborn twins after a long delivery) It would be a whirlwind of clothes being flung carelessly away and prep before he is fucking you again, but he is much more gentle than he usually is with at least one hand on your belly at all times and face in the crook of your neck. He couldn't wait to show his family that the pack would be growing soon~

I've written so many things about this in the tag but none more delicious than what you gave me 😔

Giggling and twirling my hair I need to be bred so badly by Tarzan ingo. All I will do is grow his Cubs and warm his nest!

please one chance

poke pile!

Oop i dozed off

Ingo,emmet, and Guzma with a shy so who's quite in public.

But at home so is a cuddle bug?

Ingo, Emmet, Guzma x Shy Quiet Cuddlebug Reader Separate HC

Ingo:

Ingo accommodates to your social levels very patiently. He will escort and date you, holding you in the ways you can manage to be held in public, with a burning desire to be more affectionate.

He will never push past a limit or boundary in public. He knows that dating a Subway Boss can be intimidating due to the public pressure but he quite likes the gentle nature of your presence with him. You bring a sense of calmness to him.

In private though, he knows you're much more comfortable. You're much more eager to cuddle sweetly with him and to be more outspoken as well.

He's achingly soft with you, often prompting a movie night where he can feel your presence next to his.

Emmet

He cannot get over how fucking cute you are but admittedly he's never dated someone this shy before.

He feels restricted that he can't bombard you with all the love and affection he has in his heart when you two are in public. Man gets literal zoomies, he wants to kiss you until you're breathless.

So what he does, or attempts to do, is to kiss you when he can in public. On your forehead, on your hand, just somewhere to get the message across that he absolutely adores and loves you.

But he's much more eager to take you home! Let's change out of our work clothes, get naked and cuddle cuddle cuddle~!!!!!!

He's not afraid to say that out loud either so you best take him home before he says anymore than that.

Guzma

Being the gang leader of Team Skull comes with a lot of baggage. You're dating someone who's kinda dangerous to be honest.

But even with that said, you've never dated anyone who treated you this delicately before.

Your shyness does limit Guzma in how he can care for you in public. No showing off your baddie partner like how he could with his past exes since you don't like being in the spotlight.

Guzma gets pretty protective over you, he's never had someone to care for this gently before. Team Skull knows to not mess with you and act like your body guards when the two of you start dating.

You're in the lion's den baby, but you've never felt safer.

Guzma finally lets out a huge breath of relief before pulling you into one of his world famous hugs when you're behind closed doors. You're his, he's yours, you're both safe.

Lips

Ingo x Reader

Second warm up for the day. I started thinking just a little too hard about fingertips and lipstick and the intimacy of helping someone apply it - and then the implications of smearing it.

(cw: slightly suggestive but nothing more. reader is non binary. Ingo has a bit of an oral fixation but not necessarily in the way you'd expect. lipstick play. hints of body worship.)

Emmet: Nails -> here

Ingo adores your lips.

He likes to pretend he doesn’t have the same types of desires his brother does, but it’s blatantly obvious in the way he watches your lips as you speak. He daydreams about kissing you when you’re away from him, only to pull you close and gently brush his lips against your own the next time he sees you.

He loves to trace the seam of your lips with his, feeling their velvet before finally pressing into a proper kiss - soft and reverent at first, then deeper and nearly worshipful once he’s fit the two of you together. Ingo can’t help but kiss your lower lip, then the upper, then carefully follow the soft, plush line of them both before pressing against you and retracing the same path with the tip of his tongue. He’ll never push into your mouth - at least, not unless you part your lips to allow him inside - but he’ll explore the shape of you under his kiss and melt into the softness of your skin. 

He loves the way you form words, loves the way you smile or frown or purse your lips in thought, loves to watch the way your tongue peeks out sometimes, and all the while he longs to touch his mouth to yours just to feel the shape of your speech against him.

Any time you talk he gladly watches your face - the expressions, the way your eyes light up, but oh. If you wear any sort of lipstick, gloss, tint, stain,  anything, his eyes are glued to your lips. 

It’s the color - the flash of red or pink, the subtle hue of something rosy and glossy, or deep and sultry, like violet or black. If you prefer gloss he’ll be fascinated with the shine, the way your lips sparkle and shimmer in the light when you move, drawing his gaze like a magpie to gold. If you prefer lipstick, he’ll study the texture, the sheen, trying to determine what it would feel like against his mouth - matte or satin, budge-proof or smeary, he wants to know, wants to feel it for himself, wants to run his thumb across your lips to determine how the color would look if he were to smudge it with his touch like a brush with too much water against a blot of ink. 

You entrance him. 

You’d think, with his aversion to certain textures, that the feeling of your lip color would be something horrid for him, or that the OCD would spike his anxiety at the thought of something smearing across his skin and clothes, but no. He revels in the thought of pressing his fingertips to your lips to feel the slip and glide of the glittery, silky shade you’ve painted over your mouth; he wants to carry that piece of you with him, hidden beneath his gloves for him alone to see and think of you any time he removes them in a moment of solitude, or to keep hidden as his own personal brand in the shape of your kiss, a stain of dark color or bright sticky shimmer against his collarbone beneath his work shirt. 

If you let him, he’ll beg you to show him how to apply it for you, his hands shaking with anticipation as you guide him. He’ll be bad at it at first, too afraid of messing up or getting distracted by the way the color smudges at the corners of your lips when he skews the shape, but be patient with him, let him feel out the lines of your lips, his fingers gentle in their exploration. Eventually he’ll get it right, and the look in his eyes when you tell him how proud you are will be nothing short of euphoric. 

From then on he’ll ask if he can pick your shade for you, the texture, the finish, delicately painting your lips with whatever he’s chosen for the day. But be warned: if you let him go too far, you’ll soon find yourself pulled on top of him while he bites at your lower lip, sucking the fresh color between his teeth, willing you to mark him, to paint him with the stain of your kiss for all to see. 

Leave a permanent imprint of your lips against his throat in a color hard-to-miss before he leaves for work the next morning, just barely hidden, and he’ll be in heaven for the rest of the day.

boring domesticities my beloved...cosy morning <3

imagine Emmet dirty talking, like he'd be really shy at first but release the beast, and he'll call you his personal slut and comment on how wet you are.

Ingo isn't very good at dirty talking and his face gets really red as he tries to stammer out some nonsense like "you're really...moist?" 😂 Poor man can take it, but can't quite dish it out and it's adorable seeing him so out of his element.

Imagine tying Emmet up and tourturing him with kisses and touches all over his body until he's a pleading, sobbing mess, begging you for release- just that final touch to drive him over the edge. 🤍🤍🤍

I'm disgusting and I may have just purchased this thing for my wrist to rest on. 👀

Masturbation

Clavell prides himself on being logical but also empathetic. He wants to connect to his students, to the people around him. He wants to feel for them, then also be ready and able to help with any problems that arise, whether related to the academy or otherwise.

You make every logical thing leave Clavell’s body, until all that’s left is a horrible stew of emotions.

Clavell carefully undoes his pants, face flushing as he eyes the office door. It’s locked, he knows, he locked it! But the curls of shame and anticipation, the thrill of being walked in on by you of all people, it sends bolts of electricity down his spine.

He can see you, in his mind’s eye. Your smile, wide and toothy, or more mischievous, paired with your eyes that bore into him. The image of your sultry stare alone gets him hard.

It’s wrong of him to do this. You’re not aware of your effect on him, not aware of the nights of weakness where he imagines your mouth on him, your bodies wrapped together. But a little part of Clavell hopes you wouldn’t mind him being so depraved for you. It’s frighteningly arousing to think that you’d think he was cute, jerking off to the thought of you after being so polite and professional earlier.

Clavell wishes it was your hand on him, but nevertheless, he cums hard to the image of your hands on his chest, pinning him as your take your pleasure from him.

And in the shuddering aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm, Clavell wishes for your lips peppering him in kisses, whispers of praise like ambrosia on your tongue.

Sneasel man ingo

Sooo... 10,000 notes and then a shirtless Emmet👀?

all aboard!!!

I just wanted to draw EX ingo so that’s why the background is lame sauce but still cool to look at nonetheless