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spicyicetea · 3 months
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So I got the new Pokemon DLC for Christmas and I’m on a big Pokemon kick currently so I’m going to give a gift to my fellow Pokémon lovers. Now I’m more well known for Yandere work but I also do love doing more soft romantic stuff. It heals my traumatised self. So I’ve decided to go through all Pokémon games I’ve played and write romantic and yandere sfw+slight Nsfw headcannons for every character I personally like. [No DLC content because I haven’t played any of them yet]. If there are any characters I haven’t done that anyone wants, either comment or request and I can add it onto this post. Merry late Christmas!
As mentioned before, these posts will contain NSFW topics like violence and sexual references, so if you’re triggered by these topic please be careful. The reader in this is also a Fem reader, I can redo this post for a Masc or GN reader if wanted but I’m writing it as Fem currently is just easiest for me. I don’t describe appearance like skin colour or hair but I do write the Y/N with a curvy figure in mind (I can’t help myself, I love thick thighs IM SORRY-)
Kanto
Red
Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.
This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”
You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.
In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.
Psychic boyfriend No.1
This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.
Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.
Yandere + NSFW
This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.
You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.
You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.
So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.
He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.
Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.
Blue
Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.
Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.
But he loves you truly.
You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.
Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.
He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“
A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.
Yandere + NSFW
Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.
He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.
He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,
Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.
Brock
This man is underrated.
The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.
He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.
In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.
If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.
Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.
Yandere + NSFW
This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.
He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.
Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.
If another man hurt you in any way, he’s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.
Lance
Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-
He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.
Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.
Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.
Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.
Yandere + NSFW
Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.
For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.
Giovanni
BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-
Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.
Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.
He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.
Yandere + NSFW
I think he has great Yandere potential.
You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.
He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.
As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.
He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.
Yeah, he’d be a yandere.
Johto
(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)
Hoenn
Steven
This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)
His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.
He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.
Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.
Yandere + NSFW
Possessive as fuck.
You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.
Loves pampering you once you behave though.
He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”
Maxie
Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning
This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.
When he met you that all changed
He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.
He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.
Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)
Archie
Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.
He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.
Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.
This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.
He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.
Sinnoh
I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-
Barry
This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.
For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.
Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.
When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.
Cyrus
Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!
PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.
He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.
At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.
Unova
Elesa
You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.
She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.
Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.
The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.
Emmett + Ingo
Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?
Now… prepare to never leave their sight.
They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.
Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-
Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.
I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.
Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.
N
Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!
Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.
He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.
Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.
Ghetsis
. . . Bastard
I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-
The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.
I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?
I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.
You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.
Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy
Colress
Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-
He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.
Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.
Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…
He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.
Kalos
Lysandre
Sugar daddy
I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.
He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.
You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.
He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.
Alola
Nanu
Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.
So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.
Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.
He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.
Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.
Guzma
Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.
You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.
Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.
He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.
Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.
Hisui
Volo
Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.
Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.
He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.
He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.
Adaman
This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.
He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.
This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.
Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.
Irida
Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.
She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.
Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.
But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.
Warden Ingo
Dilf energy again
His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.
He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.
He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.
He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.
Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.
Paldea
Arven
Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.
This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.
He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back
Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.
Professor Sada
Mommy?
This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.
I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.
Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.
Professor Turo
Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.
I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.
However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.
It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.
Larry
Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.
He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.
Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.
Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.
Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?
Rika
M m mommy?
Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-
Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.
Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.
She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”
Jacq
Teach me about biology bb-
ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.
Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.
Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.
Miriam
Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.
She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.
She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.
On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.
THIS TOOK FOREVER…
But it was worth it enjoy animals. I want to get more serious with Pokemon x reader writing so I hope some people enjoy this… I’m never doing this big of a post again… this was meant to be a Christmas post- way to many bloody tags to add :,)
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leggerefiore · 4 months
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Okay but have you considered- using pokemen as a pillow while napping????
every night anon, every night.
characters: Ingo, Emmet, Larry, Nanu, Cyrus
▲Ingo▼
Listening to his heartbeat softly, you shifted to get more comfortable on the couch. A soft rain tapped against the window in the dim light of the late evening, slowly growing darker. Ingo's hand gently rubbed at your back as he hummed softly. The vibrations were pleasant, and his timbre of voice was always so calming.
He had just come home not long before, barely slipping out of his coat and hat before you pinned him down. Just a little late coming home, but you had been strangely desperate for some time alone with your beloved Subway Boss. A sigh had been his response before getting comfortable with you. The room was dark, with only the distant light from the kitchen bringing visibility. He pulled a Litwick themed blanket down from the back of the couch and spread it over you both.
Slowly, you both nodded off into unconsciousness for a quick snooze.
▽Emmet△
His hand gently massaged your scalp as you laid your head on his lap. The bumping of the train sporadically, and the bright lights bothered your pained head, but Emmet's hand forced away the worst of it. He normally would not allow a passenger to lay as you were across the seats, but in this case, he would allow an exception. A headache had suddenly come on during a surprise visit from you on his battle line. He hated to see his poor darling in such pain.
Nuzzling into his lap, you turned to bury your face into his stomach and avoid the light more. He held back a giggle at the slight tickle from your motions. You did not need to be disturbed any more than you already had. He focused instead on continuing to massage your head with a sigh. A radio call had already been sent out to Ingo to tell him he was taking an early break to get you back home, but there was still well into thirty minutes before the train would head back to the main platform. Until then, you seemingly would sleep in his lap.
He sighed as he stared down at your sleeping face. How adorable.
💼Larry🏢
The salaryman barely had a reaction when you joined him to lay down for a nap. Perhaps it was just the mood of the midday, but he understood the urge to lay down for a while. Larry was a bit caught unaware by you choosing to lay your head on his chest. You nuzzled right in, however, and got comfortable. His carefully trained expression had yet to shift despite this. A sigh just escaped him.
Larry brought an arm around you, deciding to just allow this affection. Your weight felt oddly comforting on him, and you clearly were happy to just listen to the beat of his heart on top of him. It was not long before you had dozed off, lulled into a peaceful slumber by the comfort of being snuggled up on your lover. For a moment, the middle-aged man laid awake and pondered if this is why you called him Larr-bear before shaking it from his mind.
Instead, he embraced the comfort of sleep, too, feeling warm from his lover's embrace with you.
🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹
There was no better pillow in all of Alola than Nanu's chest. The old man may have grumbled a bit when you cuddled up to him for a nap, but he did little to shove you away. The afternoon sun was kept at bay in his home by the blinds and made for a comfortable darkness to just drift away for a while. His blanket was haphazardly tossed over you both as you shifted around to get more comfortable on him.
His heartbeat was a calming one. Probably a bit too slow, but comforting nonetheless. A grumble left him, but his arm came to tangle in your hair and lightly massage your scalp. You nuzzled deeper into his chest with a sigh. Nanu bit back a comment that you acted like one of his Meowths in order to preserve the moment. He did chuckle a bit, though. Maybe that was how you endeared him so quickly.
Before you both drowsed off into a comfortable nap, a Meowth did actually snuggle up at your feet. Its purrs completed the comfortable ambiance.
🌌Cyrus🛰
He normally would reject this type of thing from you, but he supposed you needed it in this case. You kept trying to push yourself despite a throbbing headache. Cyrus had grown tired of seeing you clearly in pain and had demanded you lay down. Your choice in a pillow had been his lap for some unknown reason. There was no place for him to complain, however. He stared down at you in an awkward silence for a few moments, his tablet with his work firmly in his hand.
A grumble quietly left him as he placed the device on an end table. You were clearly in pain, and it bothered him deeply. His hand came to gently massage your scalp, careful to mind the pressure. A sigh escaped your lips as you nuzzled against his lap. You looked suddenly so peaceful that he felt mortified. Had his touch truly done so much? It made no sense. Still, you seemed to be at ease as you began to slowly drift off. He pulled a blanket over you after you had completely nodded off into slumber. Relief flooded his mind to see you finally at peace. Why did you do these strange things to his mind? He could not understand it.
Cyrus could only feel mildly awkward as he returned to his research.
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bellafragolina · 4 months
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It’s while you’re playing with dinosaurs on the floor that something comes crashing into your grand fight seen. You boggle a moment, caught off guard by the sleek white train that’s now knocked onto its side thanks to your mighty Tyrantrum. But you pick it up, and glance around the room to see who lost their toy.
All the other children are playing on their own. You can see a gaggle playing house, the father loudly scolding the “dog” for peeing in the house, thus sending the rest of the “family” into heaps of giggles. There are a few reading, buried in blankets and pillows as they smile at their picture books. And then there’s a lone boy, stood over by the corner, away from most everyone.
He stares at you, eyes flickering between your face and the train you hold. His smile is tight and looks painful.
You stand, and stride over to him. The boy jumps, head ducking away from your returned stare, only to jolt once more when you offer him the train back.
“Here!” You chirp, happy to have helped. “Your cool train ran into my Tyrantrum and had a big crash! But I’m super cool and smart, so I was able to fix it!”
Shaky hands take the train from you, and your grin wavers at the sight of the boy slowly turning a deep pink. You grow a little nervous, especially with his silence.
“Um, okay!” You say, false cheeriness lacing your words. “Bye!”
You race back to your own toys, shouting at Kevin when he tries to steal your Aerodactyl.
You don’t talk with the boy again, but whenever you glance his way, you can see him staring at you still. Weird! But you try not to mind it.
You’re outside today, which is always super fun. You get to dig your hands into the dirt, piling it up into castles and towers that your imagination can fill with wizards and royalty to have drama amongst themselves. You’re so lost in your little dirt world that you almost don’t notice the shadow that falls over you.
You do notice, though, and glance up to see that same boy. His smile is still tight, but he’s holding something behind his back, the toe of his foot tracing shapes in the dirt.
“Hi!” You greet. “Whatcha got there?”
The boy flushes, but shows you what he’s holding. A small Venipede squirms around in his grip, barely bigger than his hands, so that means-!
“A baby!” You squeal, shocking the boy as you immediately begin to coo at the bug. “Hello! Hello! You’re so cute!”
The boy wobbles on his feet, but eventually sets the Venipede down for you to pet. The bug chitters and whines, leaning into your dirty palms. It makes you squirm with happiness, and you look up to thank the boy for showing you his find, only to see he’s gone.
“Oh.” You say, a little disappointed. But you don’t stay that way for long, as the boy soon runs up, skidding to a stop before you with his hands behind his back once more. “Oh! Yay! You’re back!”
The boy gives a jerking nod, then shoves his hands forward. You tumble back some, surprised to see the small white flower he clutches. It smells sweet, despite being so small.
“For me?” You ask breathily. The boy nods again, so pink you’re worried he’s given himself a fever. But you take the flower from him, smiling as he curls in on himself, fiddling with his own fingers. “Thank you!”
You plant a kiss to his cheek.
“Now we’re married!” You chirp.
The boy faints.
“Oh no!”
You eye the man in the kitchen, chattering away with his brother as they fight over what’s for dinner. Sometimes you miss how cute and shy he used to be, but at the same time, it’s nice to see him grow into someone confident and happy.
Sighing, you close the book on the Venipede entry, safely encasing the tiny white flower pressed between the pages to be looked at another time.
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writing-time-bitches · 4 months
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Submas headcanons
-Emmet was nonverbal as a child. He always had a frown on his like a his brother before being told that a smile would make him look more approachable. He doesn’t know when he began smiling. (Though, he certainly didn’t mind being talked to)
-Ingo is self-sacrificing. Its the older brother/mother hen complex he has.
-Ingo, Emmet, Elesa and Skyla were all childhood friends before Skyla moved to a different city. Elesa and Skyla reconnected in their late teenage years, with the twins following shortly after.
-Ingo, as a kid, would often take the blame for Emmet’s mistakes. Like if Emmet accidentally knocked over a glass vase, Ingo would jump to take blame and get punished instead. He doesn’t like to see Emmet ashamed. (So why did he always look that way when they were kids?)
-Ingo has the memory of a goldfish(me fr) and can barely remember what happened the day before while Emmet can recite the gear station train conductor handbook from start to finish, word for word, from heart. (Its over 300 pages)
-Sometimes they swap coats for fun.
-They take over each other’s battle trains from time to time, especially during the gym challenge season in Unova. Its always amusing to see fledgling trainers suddenly start panicking when they see Emmet on the Singles.
-Emmet is scarier than Ingo.
-Ingo is a cat person. Emmet prefers bugs.
-They have an attic full of Joltiks much to their landlord’s dismay. The electrical bill is… very high.
-Emmet does not like conflict! And neither does Ingo, especially when it relates to himself!!
-They LOVE soft fabrics. Almost every piece of cloth they own is made with Silcoon silk. Rough or gritty clothes… sends them over the edge. Including sweaters.
-As a kid, Emmet was heavily dependent on Ingo. And Ingo was stuck to Emmet’s side like he were coated in dipplin syrup. Being nonverbal made it hard to be around people and to keep those people with them.
-Emmet speaks softer and quieter than his brother but can be just as loud. Ingo is just a loudred in human form.
-Their parents didn’t know how to raise autistic twins. Ingo pretty much raised himself and Emmet. (The scars from glass sometimes stung when they looked at happy parents for too long)
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yaboyhoney · 4 months
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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.
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r0-boat · 6 months
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Ok. We all know about the bulls on the bullfarm au all having breeding kinks but what if Farmhand darling actually gets preggo? What would all the bulls and/or other hybrids reaction be?
Ahhhh~ more pregnancy head cannons you asked, and I shall deliver, but I won't do all the Bulls; I will only do a handful~.
Bull farm boys and their pregnant farmhand.
Cw: pregnancy, slight boss/ employee relationship if you squint really hard.
Sfw with slight suggestive themes
Ingo, Emmet, Volo, Milo x reader
Bonus: Oc Holt
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Ingo
Becomes 120% extra clingy. This bull is absolutely attached to you to the hip he'll go anywhere you go. He protecc, and he is not afraid to attack, he's almost like your bodyguard. Along with his brother anything they deem as a threat they will protect you and the calf inside you standing tall and firm to anything they deem a threat.
Occasionally when work takes a toll on you and you rest on the hay bales angle cannot help but gently nudge is horns against your pregnant tummy. "Is mate ok?" From the times he can be explosively loud, he spoke to you so softly his eyes filled with worry as he rubs his hand on your back.
Emmet
Makes a nest with his pillows blankets and straw picks you up, and hauls your ass in there. Emmet seems to be more aggressive in a protective sort of way he chase other boys away from you if they got too close or try to discourage you from doing something that is too dangerous whether it be your work or something that he just didn't understand. Honestly to him it is safer that you stay in your nest that he made and do not leave he'll wrap his arms around you and he will not let you leave. You thought it was cute at first how he would have grown and discomfort when you try to pull away or when he catches you trying to leave and he just nudges you back in however it's starting to become less funny
He does not care you are not leaving whatever place he has put you in you are staying put and you are not moving. Your boss had to help you since Emmet wasn't letting him get to you and he growled every time you tried to get up. You couldn't help but chuckle watching your boss grab the Bulls horns trying to wrestle him away from you.
Volo
Puffing out his chest in pride like a peacock he's proudly shows you off. 'look at this, look at what I have and you don't.' Making sure all the Bulls that fancy you see how close an intimately he holds you making sure you reek with his scent. Pissing off the other bulls into his surprise Holt??
The times he isn't being a possessive prick he's actually pretty sweet. Purring out in a sweet voice, asking if you need anything. Those eyes are lit with such love and affection. He can't help but hold you close and pepper you with kisses. You are his now, and the swelling in your stomach is proof.
Milo
Poor Milo following you around like a lovesick puppy. Helping you with that whatever job you have. Helping you with either the very heavy lifting or anything that's too high for you to reach.
Cuddling with you and the nice green grass every chance he gets, he has the biggest, dopiest smile on his face with a hand on your tummy. If he were a cat, he would be purring so hard he'd be vibrating, nuzzling his cheek against you, careful not to hurt you with his horns, giving you nose kisses. His tail whips around as if it's waging anything you want, anything you'll get for you, no questions asked, well to the best of his abilities. He may not be the toughest bullyboy on the farm. But he is gentle as a flower, and that's okay because what you need is to be provided for and comforted, but he is best at that.
Bonus:
Oc: Holt werewolf farmer and your boss
Your jack ass boss... has become oddly strange ever since your stomach had been showing. It's not like you really minded since most the time he just give you either less work or not have you work at all. But there are some things that seemed too weird. Holt did not care only enough for you not to get hurt or sick but now. He seems to be showing up everywhere around the property where you just so happen to be working. And he doesn't say anything he just takes over most the work asks you to do something else usually something more mundane. Or insist that he would go somewhere with you no matter where it is you get that you technically live on his property and he needs to oversee what you get when you get supplies but he does not need to go in town with you when you get hungry and just want to go to the convenience store for a snack
However his weirdest Behavior is how oddly nice he is becoming. Holt normally keeping to himself, would just tell you to fuck off if you bother him too much, but now. It's almost as if he'd seek you out. The last straw is when you saw him cooking a meal big enough for two. what the fuck? You tried bringing it up with him it was an awkward conversation, but it didn't seem like he knew what you were talking about.
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yanban-san · 6 months
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SCPMas - AU-Tober #2
I wrote the two as SCPs for the second day. I tried to keep it like a typical SCP document, so it was very interesting to try and keep it in the style of SCP writing! I hope y'all like. :3
(Tags: Submas, Slight, implied X-reader) Item #: SCP-9018
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Instances of SCP-9018-W and SCP-9018-B spotted are to be reported to the supervising officials immediately. Containment procedures are in place at locations of previous manifestations of SCP-9018, and any and all locations noted on "station" maps are to be secured following encounters with SCP-9018.
Chainlink fences are established around the perimeters of all locations where SCP-9018 have manifested. Due to the potential for re-appearances, all buildings and areas surrounding previous instances are to be monitored closely and inspected once a month by Foundation personnel for signs of re-establishment. Security cameras and EMF detectors are also to be placed strategically across designated areas and monitored for anomalous activity.
SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W are to be contained in the abandoned Northern branch of the [REDACTED] platform of the New York Subway System. Containment procedures are to be carried out by Foundation Personnel with Psionic Training Level III at minimum. Refer to Incident reports 9018-A-19900317 and 9018-A-19960401 for further information. Electrified fences lining the perimeter of the containment area are primarily for the prevention of explorers from reaching the containment area.
In the event of a containment breach, all personnel are to communicate purely through electronic means. Any personnel attempting to communicate through physical talking and actions are to be treated as SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W causing psychic distortions to prevent themselves from being perceived. The full limits of SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W's psionic manipulative abilities are yet to be studied following the previous containment breach.
Description:
SCP-9018 is an anomalous Subway Station that manifests within abandoned structures and and buildings and potentially other locations. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-002] On the surface, it functions almost identically to a regular subway station. During the day, the station is devoid of any life forms outside of instances designated as 9018-A, who resemble and act as regular human employees of the station. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Upon approaching the ticket counter, an individual will be presented with a schedule of stations to go to. Should a ticket be purchased, the individual becomes an instance now designated as 9018-P, for passenger. At this point, the individual is compelled by unknown reasons to wait for their train and board it. Beyond that, 9018-P holds all of their original cognitive functions, but any attempts to get them to leave the station with the ticket will result in them attempting to rationalize a reason why they cannot. No tickets have been recovered to date.
Within 4-12 minutes after purchasing a ticket, a train will appear to take 9018-P to their chosen destination. These locations occasionally match to actual, existent railway stations and stops across the world- However, other stations with no known match have been documented appearing. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101] Upon arrival at an actual station, 9018-P will appear stepping out of a regular arriving train or on the train they departed on, depending on the liveliness and schedule of current trains at the station. If the station is a non-existent, communication is typically lost with 9018-P for the duration of their trip. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101]
At night, SCP-9018 suddenly springs to "life", with trains arriving and dropping off hundreds of instances of 9018-P-D, which were originally thought to be other human passengers disembarking at a random station- However, Experiment Log-9018-Ex-101 reveals that the individuals disembarking typically resemble both recent and long deceased persons within the local area. At this point, two individuals identified as 9018-B and 9018-W emerge from any trains within the vicinity, and attempt to leave the station. Instances of 9018-A have been observed chatting with and engaging in friendly actions towards instances of 9018-P-D- At this point, any human individuals within the station are encouraged to engage and talk with 9018-P-D and 9018-A, typically by 9018-A.
SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W appear to be two train conductors, and in particular, two twins, who control the entirety of SCP-9018. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001]. They have the ability to set train schedules and determine where SCP-9018 will manifest next. Instances of 9018-A obey their orders, as well as instances of 9018-P, which they are amicable towards.
9018-B and 9018-W at this point attempt to leave SCP-9018 entirely and enter any local population center. Their actions in cities and towns have not been observed, but they have been observed returning to SCP-9018 with humans. However, these humans are later observed walking around their town with no recollection of any supposed interaction with 9018-B and 9018-W. Typically within one to two weeks of this interaction, however, the individual dies by any multitude of means. After this, these individuals can be seen among the litany of 9018-P-D instances.
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[Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Interviewed: SCP-9018-W. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the first interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. [Begin Log] Interviewer: Hello, is this uh- On? SCP-9018-W: Hello. Who are you? My brother and I must get back to work. Interviewer: Please identify yourself. SCP-9018-W: Mm. I don't think I want to. Interviewer: So… Uh, well, we can hold you here indefinitely if we choose to, so I would- I would suggest you do that. SCP-9018-W: Oh dear. That is verrry not nice. Interviewer: I would appreciate if you would answer my question. Now, who are you? SCP-9018-W: I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I run the Subway with my Brother, yup! It is verrry fun. But you won't call me Emmet, will you? Those people like to give us silly names. Interviewer: You will probably receive a classification of some kind. Thank you for introducing yourself, Emmet. I am █████. Can I ask where this train station came from? SCP-9018-W: It comes and goes as needed. Like the trains. We take our passengers where they are needed, or wanted, and then they disembark. Interviewer: Where do they go once they disembark? SCP-9018-W: They stay in the station. They don't like to go far. That's another one of our jobs! Interviewer: What do you mean? SCP-9018-W: Hmmhmm. We help them sometimes. That is all I will say. Interviewer: …Alright, I'll leave that there… SCP-9018-W: Would you like to ride our train? Interviewer: Excuse me? SCP-9018-W: Yup! You seem like you could use a ride, yup. Our trains are verrrry nice. Interviewer: Uh- No, thank you- Er- What did you say your title was again? You're a… "Subway Boss?" SCP-9018-W: That is correct. And you won't ride? That makes me sad. Interviewer: Er- No, Sorry- But what does that mean? Are you employed at the Subway? Er- What duties do you carry out, exactly? SCP-9018-W: Mm. No. I won't tell you that. Brother and I keep it secret. If you want to know, you should ride our Subway! Interviewer: …No, thank you. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Despite Researcher █████'s inexperience, they handled the interview well. However, SCP-9018-W refused to talk anymore on the subject, instead insisting on offering researcher █████ free tickets if they rode on SCP-9018's trains.]
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Interviewed: SCP-9018-B. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the second interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. Interviewer: Alright, let's begin with your- SCP-9018-B: Who are you? Why did those men attack me and my brother? Where is he? I won't speak with you until I've seen him! Interviewer: I can't let you see your brother right now, but he is safe. I uh- I've spoken to him myself. SCP-9018-B: And how can I trust you? You… Interviewer: You'll have to trust me. If you answer my questions, we should be able to reunite you both. SCP-9018-B: Very well. I am Ingo. I am a Subway Boss, alongside my brother. We run the trains you've been- Or, well, those men have been spying on. Your group refuses to let us alone, you know? We're not doing anything wrong. Interviewer: I- I can understand that, but- Well, we don't know exactly what you're doing anyway. How does your train system even work? SCP-9018-B: Simple; trains go places. People wish to go places. We take people where they wish to go- And make a few stops along the way. If you like, you may ride our trains too- In spite of the abhorrent way your… company have treated us. Interviewer: Again, I'm sorry about that- SCP-9018-B: Would you like to ride our train? I'm quite sure you would find it lovely. Interviewer: I'm quite alright, thank you- I'm more curious about your train, and the work you and your brother do. Where did you guys find your employees? SCP-9018-B: Our train is a train. I'm not quite sure how to explain it anymore than that. And… The work we do… Well, we keep the trains running on schedule, and going wherever people might want them to go. Our employees… I'm not sure why you would be interested in them. They, like us, work for the railway company. Interviewer: The Railway company? SCP-9018-B: Yes! They employ us. I'm certain the Company would not be happy if our schedule was delayed; Ergo, you should let me and my brother go. Interviewer: We'll get back to that. For now, can you tell me… Where do your passengers come from? SCP-9018-B: You should ride our train. The passengers we carry… They do love to tell their stories, and I'm certain you would find more answers talking to them than with us. Interviewer: [laugh.] I doubt they'd have anything to say to me. SCP-9018-B: You would be surprised. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Recording Equipment shut off at this point, and researcher █████ requested the pair be released after concluding the interview. █████ was sent for a full medical and psychological examination following the events of whatever interview took place with SCP-9018-B. Researcher █████ was later provided with class-b amnesiacs per request.]
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Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101
D-Class Personnel Serial Number 247187, Name █████ █████- Subject 9018-001. Sent into SCP-9018 to ascertain anomalous properties of SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 is guided by Dr. Martin. [Note of Interest: Subject 9018-001's criminal record was subject to particular scrutiny. Subject 9018-001 refused association or responsibility for all criminal activity that resulted in their subsequent life sentencing. Subject 9018-001 was particularly interested in redeeming themselves and removing their resultant record.] Subject 9018-001 enters SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 remarks on the "cleanliness" of the station and how they did not expect to see such a station down here. Subject 9018-001 is instructed to purchase a ticket from the ticket booth. Subject 9018-001 does so. Subject 9018-001 engages in conversation with an instance of SCP-9018-A. SCP-9018-A appears to be aware of Subject 9018-001's criminal record. SCP-9018-A expresses pity and offers Subject 9018-001 a "special ticket" and rate. Despite orders not to, Subject 9018-001 agrees after viewing SCP-9018-A's map (not available from recorded footage) Upon purchase of the ticket, Dr. Martin insisted that Subject 9018-001 exit SCP-9018 immediately. Subject 9018-001 at this point became an instance of SCP-9018-P, and refused. Subject 9018-001 proceeds to wait for their train to arrive. Ticket information is displayed to their personal camera. [Boarding Station: [REDACTED] Destination: [REDACTED]] After approximately eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a train rolls into station. Subject 9018-001 asks if they have permission to board, and begins walking towards the train before receiving Dr. Martin's Approval.
SCP-9018-W greets 9018-001 at the door of the train. SCP-9018-W expresses interest in Subject 9018-001's physical appearance. SCP-9018-W is joined by SCP-9018-B. 9018-B also remarks on the acceptability of their appearance. Both instances take hold of Subject 9018-001's ticket and begin conversing with Subject 9018-001 on the subject of their criminal record and subsequent service to the SCP Foundation. Subject 9018-001 sits down in a passenger cabin and SCP-9018-B leaves the cart, presumably to drive the train. SCP-9018-W continues conversing with Subject 9018-001. SCP-9018-W reveals [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to Subject 9018-001, causing the subject to enter a slight panic. SCP-9018-W offers Subject 9018-001 a position working for their "Railway Company." Subject 9018-001 is heard accepting after several seconds of silence. Dr. Martin is unable to communicate with Subject 9018-001 at this point. SCP-9018-W addresses Dr. Martin from Subject 9018-001's personal camera and microphone. SCP-9018-W informs Dr. Martin that they will be "keeping" Subject 9018-001 for the "foreseeable future." At this point, communication with Subject 9018-001 ceases. Subject 9018-001 has not been recovered to date, nor seen among the passengers of SCP-9018. [End Log.]
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year
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Reader takes post Hisui Ingo (and possible Emmet) to Sinnoh where he takes them to Lady Sneaslers cave, Ingo would probably find her fossil and be sad until Reader reminds him that they can now bring back well preserved fossils. Que Ingo and Ladys reunion (headcanon that fossils retain their memories cos its cute)
It took quite some time for Ingo to readjust to the present, considering at least five whole years have passed since he got thrown back in time...lost in the ancient region of Hisui.
You've been stuck there too, but eventually you made a deal with Arceus after "seeking out all Pokémon" as requested and capturing it:
If you released your cherished team back into the wild, it'll let you both go home. Of course, that wasn't an easy sacrifice to make, though after bidding farewell to the Pokémon that helped you save Hisui--and the world as a whole--Arceus did fulfill its end of the bargain.
It dropped you and Ingo off into a familiar underground subway, where Emmet so-happened to be patrolling alone at that same time.
He nearly passed out upon seeing that you both finally back home, especially his older twin.
Fortunately, he remembered everything about him the second they met eyes....leading to the brothers hugging and sobbing for a solid ten minutes together. You simply stood on the sidelines as Chandelure and Eelektross gave their trainers space and celebrated your return.
After the media caught wind of the good news, life pretty much resumed as normal--except the brothers put a temporary halt on their battle subway operations as you suggested a vacation to Sinnoh. Obviously Ingo's mind was still foggy, so he wasn't quite fit to resume any dual battles yet.
He did, however, wish to show Emmet what he learned of this region based on his experiences in Hisui--especially Mt. Coronet. He took you both to the cavern that used to be his warden post.
"I gotta admit, you're turning into quite the historian." Emmet remarked, looking all around as the three of you ventured further into the cave. Only your flashlight shined the path forward. "You were just..guarding this so-called "Noble Pokémon" from danger?"
"Indeed. That's exactly it!" Ingo explained with much vigor. "As warden, it was my duty to ensure Lady Sneasler's territory was protected and that offerings were delivered to her from time to time. Of course, I didn't think Pearl Clan would ever trust a stranger like myself. But it ended up being a wise decision on their part."
Emmet simply muttered an "ahh" in surprise, nodding his head as you and him continued listening to the older twin's story. He went on to discuss the baby Sneasels that were under Sneasler's care, saying they were cared for in this very cave and that you were nearing her den.
However, you three would soon happen upon a rather...unfortunate sight. But neither of you knew it yet until Ingo abruptly stopped in his tracks, having found something he wishes he could unsee.
"...oh, so...that's all there is now...." His voice turned flat.
"Ingo? What's wrong?" Emmet asked in worry.
"I think I know.." You frowned slightly, standing beside Ingo and flicking on your flashlight, revealing bones embedded into the dirt of the den.
But they weren't just any regular old bones scattered everywhere...
They made up the fossil of a certain Sneasler.
"..of course, h-how could I forgotten? She's gone.." Ingo bowed his head in mourning, feeling the ache in his heart growing as the reality of this discovery hit him hard. But even with the bill of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes, you and Emmet could see his lips tremble, tears sliding down both cheeks.
"M-My Lady..."
Hearing his voice break was something neither of you expected, but of course....you understood why.
This had to be a difficult thing to confront, knowing that the Noble he formed such a close bond with, the one who helped him in that lost and unfamiliar distant past...was now extinct.
There will never be another Sneasler like her again.
The only proof of her existence was kept within a fossil-
'Wait...her fossil...'
You suddenly remembered something extremely crucial, and smiled, knowing exactly how to help Ingo in his moment of despair. So you gently put a hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "Hey, Ing-"
"I never even thought about what became of her until now.." He put his hand over yours, voice still trembling, as he believed you were only trying to comfort him. "We left so suddenly and...god, she must have been so confused. Did she think we abandoned her? Did she live out the rest of her days in anger or sorrow? Oh how I...I-I just wish I could see her one last time..."
"We can make that happen, Ingo."
"..huh?" Blinking, he stared at you with puffy eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? We can't go back-"
"We've got the technology to revive fossils, remember?" You reminded him, seeing his expression shift for a moment. And then recollection seemed to flash in his eyes.
"Ahah..that's right. I-I must have forgotten..." He chuckled softly, wiping away his tears as he finally calmed down. "Is it possible to fully restore her?"
"I believe so! Her fossil looks verrrry well-preserved!" Emmet nodded, happy to see his brother's smile again. "We must dig this up post haste! It'd be an honor to meet this "Lady Sneasler"."
"Then it's decided, gentlemen." You grinned, clapping your hands together. "Let's get to digging!"
.........
The excavation of Lady Sneasler's fossil went off without a hitch, and you wasted no time heading to Oreburgh's Mining Museum afterwards.
The scientist in charge of reviving fossils was initially taken aback by the odd skeleton piece you gave him, though he accepted it nonetheless and insisted you three waited outside until the process was complete.
Yet his words left Ingo nervous as he paced back and forth in front of the museum sign. He kept muttering train-related facts under his breath, trying to keep calm. But he couldn't help wondering if something could go wrong.
What if it's impossible? What if she's brought back wrong or without any memory of who he was?
Would she be terrified of the sudden changes that modern society brought and go berserk??
Did..any Fossil Pokémon feel that way when they were first revived?
Fortunately, as quickly as these concerns descended upon him...they were just as quick to leave when he heard a familiar cry and footsteps growing louder. And he turned in astonishment to see who came running out of the museum, a frantic scientist in-tow.
Both you and Emmet looked on, the latter surprised to see it was a tall Sneasel-like Pokémon with purple fur jogging over to you all. But you had a huge smile on your face, knowing very well that's the Noble you hoped to see again. She looked the same as she did all those years ago.
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I-It ran out the second I brought it back to life!!" He kept shouting.
"Halt! There's no need to proceed further!" Emmet barked, putting his hand up to stop him in his tracks. "Thank you for your services. We'll take care of her from here."
"...a-ah yes, of course! Sorry." Coughing nervously, the scientist smoothed out his ruffled lab coat, before heading back inside the museum.
"Sneas?" While initially confused at Emmet's presence, Lady Sneasler perked up at Ingo's voice as he approached her.
"My Lady..."
For a moment, she looked down at the man, at first not recognizing him outside of his tattered Pearl Clan garb. But after sniffing him a few times, the usually stoic Pokémon smiled warmly and ruffled his head gently. "Snea!"
"O-Oh, thank Arceus...you remember..!!" He beamed, although her mood suddenly switched as she huffed, before stepping back and crossing her arms, foot tapping with impatience.
The look in her eye told Ingo "you owe me an explanation big time".
But before he could speak up, you intervened, knowing it was really your fault that they never got to properly say goodbye to each other. So you explained everything to her, and she seemed to understand, given how her facial features gradually softened.
After nodding her head in respect, she turned back to her warden, embracing him in an act of forgiveness. At first he was in shock, though he returned the hug seconds later, tears of happiness streaking down his cheeks this time.
He'll worry about how Lady Sneasler will adapt to this new world later on...but for now he just wanted to take in this moment.
You and Emmet just looked on, relieved to see the pair reunited after being thrown timelines apart.
"Awh, that is verrrrry touching." He clasped his hands together with a grin. "I wonder how she'd fair in batt--ough!!"
Elbowing him in the gut, you huffed in annoyance. "Not the time, Em."
"..r-right, sorry!"
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zipzap-writing · 4 months
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What do the holidays look like for the guys? (Any and or all)
Assuming you mean submas and Guzma I got chu
Ingo
Mr Holly
Bro has a tree in November
Chandelure is wearing tinsel
Haxorus has a hat
Excadrill is a Lil elf
And ingo is candycane man 1
He's very Xmas excitable
Emmet
Mr jolly. (Begrudgingly)
Not as excited
Galvantula had a hat
Eelektross mittens
Archeops has a elf costume
And he's Santa!
His smile is the reason though ingo would be better
Guzma
Forgot it was a thing
Panic buys decor
And is more cuddly
He likes covers of Xmas songs
His pkmn all have skull sweaters or hats
King ugly sweater
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rosegoldenchantment · 2 years
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Hug HCs! (Volo, Adaman, Grimsley, Submas):
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Volo
- surprisingly gives shoulder crushing bear hugs. He can’t help it; he adores you and if he could have it his way, you’d always be in his arms
- smug as hell, will hug you tighter and have a shit eating grin on his face if he knows someone who’s interested in you is watching
- likes to have you leaning into him when hugging. He’ll always hold you close
Adaman
- one word; cuddles
- this man loves to hug and have it turn into a cuddle session of some sort
- he’s clinging onto you once he’s hugging you; does not want to let go; if he has to, he'll simply keep an arm around you to keep you next to him
- likes to wrap his haori around you so you get the full enveloping experience of a hug from him; plus it means he gets to hold you even closer against him
Grimsley
- not much for hugging, doesn’t do it much; but if and whenever you wanted it, he’d be more than happy to give b/c making you smile and feel better is one of his top priorities when it comes to you. He’s glad if his hugs can provide you the comfort you need.
- hugs are actually quite tender and comforting; tends to wrap an arm around your midsection to pull you close and the other arm around your head to rest against his chest with his hand and chin resting on top of it.
- sometimes he teases you if you ask for hugs; he’ll pretend to invite you for a hug only to walk right by you before suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist or midsection from behind and burying his face into your hair. He’ll hold you tight and nuzzle into your neck to tickle you in an attempt to make you laugh and cheer you up.
Ingo
- not very physically affectionate in front of others but when alone, he’ll feel more comfortable initiating and giving hugs
- they’re always so warm and gentle; makes you feel safe
- sometimes he prefers to be held by you instead
- loves drawn out lazy hugs, especially if you’re doing something around the house like the dishes for example, where he can simply hold you while not getting in the way if you have to do something
Emmet
- LOVES hugging; its like being wrapped in a cocoon, so warm and comfy
- definitely the one that glomps, will happily attack and smother you with affection; you're his favorite person, after all
- hand holder, you MUST hold at least one of his hands while hugging or he’ll whine
- does not care about hugging and being affectionate in front of others. He’ll do it as long as you’re okay with it
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nc-eikin · 1 year
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The Commute
Minors DNI 18+
Pairing: ChildhoodFriend!Twins x Reader
Tags: AFAB!Reader (reader is referred to as she/her and girl), poly, earplay, consensual chikan shenanigans, groping, finger fucking, comfort, the twins are MEAN but praise you if you're being good, reader is a crier, verbal teasing, love-bombed
Notes: Requested from @kurinhimenezu , we were talking about possible chikan scenarios and our masochistic asses aligned for a hankering of the boys teasing the life out of us. Some kinks were changed from their original request and replaced with new ones because man, I can't help myself. The holiday rush took a lot out of me, let me have this, don't judge me aaaAAAAAA
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Damn, you were one lucky gal.
Who would’ve thought? One would never have guessed you'd win that mini lottery! A free holiday package to Sinnoh by their famous state-of-the-art Bullet Train! Complete with a stay at a very cozy ryokan known for its lavish indoor baths, it was everything you needed to escape the everyday monotony of work. You packed lightly for your trip, one luggage and a small backpack. You didn't want to carry too much, since you were traveling by yourself. No souvenirs were needed to buy for anyone waiting back at home.
"Twelve.. Thirteen.. Fourteen!" Slowing your steps, you finally find the row of seats printed on your ticket. Since it was a giveaway, you were given the Standard class seating, which was perfectly fine. The Standard class was already quite extravagant, since this is the Bullet Train after all. There was going to be complementary snacks, meals and Wi-Fi! The ride to Sinnoh was already a vacation all on its own! Had you paid the price for it with your own cash, you might just break your bank account. "Alright, let me just–"
Before you could finish your monologue, you were met with a man who was busy putting away his own luggage in the overhead compartments. He was tall with a short crop of pale hair, his charming sideburns framed his smooth, chiseled face. Matching colored eyes turned to your direction as you approached the three-seater he blocked and his lips parted in astonishment. He studied you for a half second, and before you could ask what was wrong, he uttered your name.
"Is that really you?" He asked breathlessly, giving your name another roll off his tongue.
How does he know it? "Yes," you eyed him cautiously, your expression skewing in order to make out if you can recall ever meeting such a fellow. He does look familiar, but from when and where? "That's me."
The guy blinked once. Twice. Then his body pivoted slowly towards you in disbelief, as if an angel had descended through the roof of the train car and landed right in front of him.
You try again. "Do I know you..?"
"Yes!" The man's voice soared a few decibels, his eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, in fact, you do! From Castelia High!"
While he ascended, the pits of your stomach dropped.
"It's me, Ingo!" The man leans against one of the blue seats with one arm, the other stretched out as an offer to shake your hand. "Ingo Trevithick! We went to the same class, remember?"
Oh, yes. How could you ever forget? A sandy, dry gulp scratches down your throat, but you took his hand in yours anyway. He gives you a hearty shake while you try your earnest to not let your knees crumple from his touch again. He shook you the same way he still did after every Pokémon match that you lost during recess. His digits were still calloused, which was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps he still played the bass?
"It's been so long, wow!" Ingo beamed through his perpetual frown. "What brings you here to the Bullet Train heading for Sinnoh?"
Memories began to resurface in your mind, embarrassing and shameful ones that you've hidden deep in its depths. “Ah, uh, vacation.”
Ingo still hadn't let go of you. In fact, you felt his grip tightened. "What a coincidence!" He chirped boisterously. "So are we!"
We? Cold sweat ran down your back. ‘We’ could only mean one thing.
Ingo pressed on. "And where are you staying?"
"At a ryokan in Snowpoint," you stuttered as you quietly pulled away from his grasp. "I should sit down and put away my stuff before the train–"
"Seat number fourteen, right?" Ingo peeked into your ticket. "It's right here where Emmet and I are sitting!"
"I am Emmet."
A warm whisper tickled your ear and you instantly whipped your head over your shoulder to find the other twin there, leering.
"So. We meet again," he smiled a smile that creased his eyes. Emmet straightened up, his own silver eyes gave you a steady once over, raking over your petite form before resting on the blush that dusted the tips of your ears. "You have not changed."
"No, I–" Whatever you wanted to say next died on your lips from the amount of overloading in your head. The Trevithick Twins were here. After so long, you finally see them again. Your luck was steadily going downhill and you begin to contemplate if you should find a stewardess to help you change your seat.
There was just no way you were going to sit next to your Once Upon A Time High School Puppy-loves.
Yes, it's been more than a decade since you last saw them. By now, the majority of your classmates must have moved on from such infatuations and onto greener pastures. Some of them were already engaged, most have married off and had children.
Unfortunately, you can’t say the same for yourself because ever since meeting them, they've warped your sense of taste for what you see in men. Men. Plural. Because a singular love interest is not enough for you anymore. You found out that you liked twins. You also found out that you like your men tall, lanky and towering over you.
And you especially liked them mean. No other could ever hope to fit the bill like the Trevithicks did.
Since grade school, these two followed you around faithfully just to poke, prod and have a bit of fun with you. They weren’t bullies, per se, they never got so far that they’d hurt you, but to the normal classmate - they can get a little overbearing. Time and again, they'd challenge you to a battle only to win every single time for your lunch money. And then they’d use the very same prize to buy snacks to share with you.
You never understood their intentions. Who could?
But dear lord, did you love their attention.
Maybe it was because you didn't have a lot of friends back then. You weren't even sure if you can call these two your friends at all, given your odd relationship with them. You were more like an adopted puppy. A pet who they regularly fed and played with. You loved it all, until that one fateful day that you'd rather not conjure up at a time like this. Today was the start of your vacation, for fucks sake.
“I can just,” you started, but Ingo suddenly takes your bags, shoving them in the same overhead storage space with his strong arms. Despite his slender appearance, you can see the veins that run along them. Have they been working out? Could they carry you?
You shook your head. Focus!!
The Trevithicks looked over at you with quizzical contrasting expressions and you steeled yourself. “I’ll just ask for a new seat," you continued coolly. "I don’t want to be a disturbance.”
A scoff came from Emmet. “Nonsense,” He squeezed past you to make his way into the row for the window seat. “We are not strangers,” Emmet waved over at you to follow after him. “Come.”
You chewed on your bottom lip, then waited for Ingo to shimmy into the seats to join his brother. But he just stood there.
Staring.
“Ah, my apologies,” he blinked away from your puffed lips to usher you in. “After you.”
.. Huh? “Aren't you gonna–?” you pointed to Emmet, who was patting the seat next to him, but he wasn’t even looking at his twin. He had his eyes fixed on you instead.
“Please,” Emmet grinned. “Sit. The train is about to depart.”
“That's right,” Ingo added, his frown curling at the sides in a Skitty-like smile. “Sit with us! We can catch up together efficiently this way.”
They’re planning something. You know they were because they were giving you the same looks they used to give you way back when they had a game planned in their head. The same ones that heated up your cheeks and ears. You shouldn’t be playing along, you know you mustn’t. And yet, that small part of you still wanted to, even though you probably don't deserve them.
Emmet seized you by the arm to pull you into the three-seater, distinguishing whatever hesitations you've been running in your head. With his other hand, he guided your hips down to the comfy blue seats. You caught the glint in his mercury eyes when he held you again after so long. Between him and Ingo, he was the clingier one, and he knows you enjoyed the possessiveness as much as he does.
Ingo slides in right after you, completing the three-seater. “It is such a pleasure to see your face again,” he says, stretching his lanky legs out in front of him. You note the dark designer sneakers on his feet. “So what have you been up to lately?”
“Not much,” you fidgeted on your seat. You couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling that the twins were much more well off than you were at this point in life if they can afford such clothing - or even tickets for this ride at all. Meanwhile, you’ve been floundering paycheck to paycheck just to survive. This was the only time in the past decade that you could afford to treat yourself and it was all for free.
They didn't have to know that.
“Just started work at Castelia," you continued with a strained smile. "Do you know that place called 114 Lumiose?”
“The new Kalosian-Fusion fine-dining place?”
“Oh. That.” Emmet chirped from the merchandise magazine he’s been skimming. “We haven’t been there,” He thumbed to the next page to study what refreshments were available on the train. “.. Yet.”
“But we've got plans to!” Ingo nodded. “Maybe we’ll be able to see you when we make reservations.”
The usual tug of war took place in your head on whether you would want to see them at work or not. “Sure,” you chuckled nervously. “I’ll even give you an employee’s discount.”
Emmet flipped to another page of his magazine. “Orrr you can just ask us out again.”
A heavy silence settled around your heads like a thick fog.
“.. Emmet.” Ingo subtly stretched out one leg, as if to block the exit of the seats.
“What?”
Ingo furrowed his brows at his brother. “Don’t be rough.”
“Why not?” Emmet grinned behind the pages, his pupils trailed to side-eye your ever-reddening face. “We know she likes it.”
God, you wish there was a trap door or something for you to fall through so that the earth could swallow you whole. Why? Why do you still like these two? Were you a masochist or something of the sort? And why does it have to be Emmet, the gremlin of the two, to be the one who’s good at reading your thoughts? You huffed through your nostrils. At least Ingo had some tact.
“Yes, but we've only just met her again,” Ingo countered. You quickly took back what you thought just now. Both twins were still equally tormenting. From the corner of your eye, you see him wave a hand over you to make a point. “Look at her - she’s trembling.”
While your soul left your body, the twins peered down at you. You were so, so cute, the way you hovered between humiliation and desire when they ribbed you like this. It was fascinating, they couldn't get enough of it! Normally, they were Straight-A students, always having to keep up with the 'good boy' image their parents, teachers and peers always expect of them, but with you? They find they can be a little more loose. They can have fun!
And they were verrry serious about you. It was about time they cleared something up from all those years ago.
Without warning, Ingo tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you flinch in your seat, clapping a hand over where he touched.
“Ahh,” He rested a forefinger under his chin as you leaned away to gawk at him. “I can see what you meant by how she hasn’t changed.”
On your left, Emmet shifts his weight on his seat to slant himself closer to you, the magazine long forgotten at his side. "Yup," he smiled as you shrank away when he towered over you. His voice was so close, you could almost feel his breath fan your cheeks. “It makes me want to play with her even more.”
Ingo stayed silent but mirrored his brother’s movements as if to agree. The twins observed how you squirmed and struggled to make out something coherent from your scattered thoughts. "I– um–!"
A tinny voice from the speakers interrupts you.
-Thank you for choosing the Shinkansen Bullet Train! We hope you enjoy your ride!-
Ingo tilted his head to the right. “Remember that one time when we first found out?”
“About what?” Emmet chimed. “We found out a lot of things about her.”
-Our destination for today is the region of Sinnoh.-
The older twin smiled. “The one where we were playing a game of Hide and Seek during that class camping trip.”
The night you were hiding in the bushes, knelt down to keep away from sight. It was Emmet who found you first. In an attempt to give you a scare, he gave your ears a slight pull. He wholly expected to give you a fright, that you'd yelp and then maybe slapped him silly for his prank.
Instead, you let out a lecherous sound that awakened something inside of him.
The flush that crept to your ears deepened to the point you were darker than a beetroot, which sent both twins snickering with amusement.
“How could I ever forget?”
-Estimated time of arrival will be by–.-
“Remarkable.”
“Too adorable.”
“Ughh..” you finally found your voice to at least groan in protest, even if you had to hide your face in the palms of your hands in the process.
The twins radiated on either side of you, taking great pleasure in your responses.
“Hmm?” Ingo hummed, obviously feigning puzzlement.
“What’s wrong?” Emmet asked, leaning further into the armrest of his seat. His grin widened at the corners, dimpling his cheeks. “Would you like us to stop?”
Any sane person would answer yes. You know any other individual should say ‘Yes, please, could you two stop, for I am getting very uncomfortable’. But you’re not just any other person, no. You actually liked this. You were one sick, sick woman, one who took some twisted, warped enjoyment in all of this. The way they needled you into a corner with their way of speech, leaving you no room to escape, how their words pinned you down in a chokehold. How you never wanted them to let you go.
“Well?”
“Should we?”
You shook your head.
“Then whatever is the matter, dear?” Ingo purred, your old pet name dripping from his lips.
These two never failed to give such sugary, saccharine names just to get a rise out of you. Not derogatory ones, no, not ever. They wouldn't tolerate such a thing to happen to you. You recalled the time another classmate branded you a whore for hogging the twins all the time. They did not take it kindly. Whatever happened afterwards sent them to the Principal's Office for starting a fight.
Suddenly, the train began its slow and steady departure, building up to the speed that the Bullet Train was known for. Like clockwork, the twins pulled away from you, bouncing in excitement for the start of their adventures to Sinnoh.
“As expected from this build!” Ingo applauded, peering out into the aisles.
“Verrry smooth,” Emmet praised, pressing against the window as he watched the train leave the tunnels for the wide, open city blanketed with the amber sunset glow outside. “It’s as if we are gliding along the rails.”
Ingo settled back in his seat, leaning an elbow on the arm rest. “It’s almost a pity there’s hardly any other passengers to appreciate this ride.”
Emmet turned back to Ingo. “Oh?” He asked with mild interest before dropping his gaze to you. You met his eyes before turning away, afraid he might read your mind.
“That’s right,” Ingo nodded to his twin before throwing you a glance. “I think we’re the only ones in this car.”
Static flickered in the air, as if the twins shared a thought you could not read. The intensity of their stares proved too much to handle, so you opted to look back down at your feet.
“Hmm.”
“Hm-hm.”
The pause hung between the three of you before Emmet leaned forward.
"Let's see if they have anything interesting on," he wondered aloud, tapping a finger on the touchscreen monitor in front of your seat.
Wait, why is he using yours? "Don't you have your own?" You frowned, eyeing the untouched screen in front of his seat.
"Yup," Emmet replied. "But I'd rather watch with you."
"Oh yes," Ingo leaned forward as well to check out what kind of movies and series displayed. "This is a perfect way to spend time! We'll be here for a while, won't we?"
"Approximately eleven hours and thirty minutes," Emmet answered matter-of-factly. "We'll have all day."
"And all night."
You scream inwardly. Why, oh why, did Ingo have to put it that way? It was enough to play lecherous what-if scenarios in your head. Your eyes were glued to your lap, hoping the boys would be too distracted at the shiny screen to notice the filthy thoughts that invaded your mind.
But they knew. They knew too much. Too much to let you on about, lest you run away from them again. No, they weren't going to let you go this time. Having you wedged between them in this tight three-seater was the perfect first step in their operation. It was a little impromptu. They were usually a lot more put together and scheduled than this, but with your sudden appearance, they were willing to improvise.
"I like this one," Emmet tapped on a train documentary, something about the history of the Shinkansen. You didn't bother giving your opinion. This was how it always was when they were wondering what snacks to share or what video game to play with you.
"Let's start!" Ingo suddenly lifts the arm rests up, the one thing that kept a firm boundary between you and them. Emmet followed suit and you felt like your face was about to combust.
"Are you sure?" You weren't sure what you were asking about in the first place. Oh god, did you use your best perfume today? They were close enough to smell you now. What if you were sweaty?
"Absolutely," Ingo reassured you as he scooched closer to your side. "We optimize the levels of coziness this way."
The other twin to your left does the same before raising his hand to a stewardess who just happened to pass by. "Three blankets, please," he twinkled to her. "Some chamomile tea and cookies too."
She left while you stared after her, hoping she'd read the despair in your eyes. She didn’t, so you did your best to get comfy while having two dapper men that you still fawn over sandwiching you in between them. The train documentary plays with some subtitles by Emmets' request, but it was proving difficult for you to concentrate.
For one, you can't still can't get over how close they were sitting next to you. Their body heat pressed against you and you could feel every corner of your limbs break out in sweat. They smelled wonderful too. You wondered what kind of cologne they used. Must be expensive stuff. Could you get away with finding out which one so you could keep a bottle at home–
Realizing you were being creepy again, you squeezed your eyes tight. God, you really were a different type - these two must never find out about that.
"Blankets, sir?"
"Oh yes, please, thank you," came Ingo's polite reply as he graciously received the blankets, passing them down the row for you and his brother. Emmet's touch lingered on your hand as you gave him his shawl.
"Emm, your tea?" Ingo passed a paper cup filled with floral scented tea.
"That's for her," Emmet lowered your table for you so his older twin could set your drink there.
It was happening again. They were feeding you. "I don't–"
"You are verrry jittery," Emmet observed. "Chamomile will soothe you."
"And they have shortbread butter cookies!" Ingo showed a small paper plate of rectangular biscuits. He takes one and nibbles on the end, crumbs scattering on his shirt. "Mm! It's the good quality stuff," He holds up the cookie with the bitten end towards you. "Here, try it!"
It was like highschool all over again. You opened your maw, allowing Ingo to feed you. The fact that you're eating from the same end he did flustered you, yet at the same time, it was all too familiar. You bit into it without hesitation, chewing each and every bite that Ingo gleefully fed to your mouth.
"Sip your tea," Emmet instructed after he laid out the blankets for both of you.
"Aren't you going to tuck me in too?" Ingo chided while you brought the cup to your lips. The golden liquid tasted like spring flowers and honey.
"Nope," Emmet sneered as he snuggled under the weighted dark green, cotton fabric. "Do it yourself."
Ingo guffawed but made no further complaints.
Time passed on as you alternated between sipping and nibbling on cookies fed to you by the twins, slowly getting fuller, slowly getting warmer. Although you were still embarrassed that they insisted on feeding you, it felt nostalgic. It felt comforting in its own odd way. Halfway through your tea, you began to nod off. Half conscious and unaware, Ingo carefully lowered your head to his shoulder while Emmet hooked an arm around yours under the cozy, warm blankets.
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It was dark when you awoke.
The documentary of the Shinkansen had long been over, or maybe one of the twins shut it off because when you came to, they were both sound asleep. Ingo was snoring away with a dark eye mask over his visage. Emmet was leaning against the window, one hand cupping his cheek and the other splayed out beside you.
You peeled away from the crook of Ingo's neck to stare at Emmets' hand. It looked smooth. Where Ingo continued to dabble on the bass, it seemed that Emmet had moved on from his guitar. You looked on to his features, to see if he was really down for the count. His steady breathing and the way his chest rose and fell quietly made you assume that he was.
What possessed you that night, you weren't sure. But it was enough to tempt you to press a single digit against one of his own. He felt soft, as if he regularly applied hand cream. Your finger trailed down to the lines of his palm, prodding gently at the flesh there before suddenly withdrawing away when he twitched. Several heartbeats passed before you returned your hand there. You couldn’t get enough. Years of getting teased regularly by these two had taken a toll on you. In a way, this was your revenge.
And your concept of revenge was to fondle one of the twin’s hands.
With featherlight touches, you continued to squeeze each of Emmet’s fingers with the most delicate pressure you could muster in your hazy half-awake state. This was the only chance you could ever get to do what you wanted with them, to turn the tables on them and do as you liked, see how they liked it. Emmet shifts in his sleep, but you were confident now, or you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that he was knocked out cold from a tiring day of packing and traveling.
So you up the ante by spreading your entire hand along his, laying your fingers on top of his own. He was big compared to you, the sight of it made your core warm, your scalp tingle and–
“What an odd kind of foreplay.”
You snapped your gaze up to see Emmet’s silver irises glowing down straight to yours, a faint smile traced his lips as he suddenly closes his hand around yours, trapping you there. “You’re–”
“Awake,” Emmet grinned, tracing circles against your hand with his fingers entwined in the gaps of yours. “And verrry intrigued.”
Flames engulfed you from his blunt, monotone words despite their meaning. “I’m sorry, I was being weird, I–”
“Mm, yes,” The younger twin leaned dangerously closer to you. “It is weird. But it worked.”
Leaning away proved fruitless with Ingo being a barrier next to you. With your hand still in his, he pulls you closer and with his other free hand, he drapes the fallen blankets over the two of you.
“Don’t run away this time,” he whispered, pulling you closer still, wrapping an arm behind the small of your back. The sudden closeness to him, the body heat and the warmth under the shawls and his wandering hands causes a whimper to bubble from your throat. The little sounds you made only further goaded him on. Emmet tests the waters once more by nuzzling the tip of his nose against the shell of your left ear.
“A-ah–” A muted moan escapes you and you clamped your mouth shut, lest you wake up the passengers from the other car.
“I knew it,” Emmet murmured, his breath licked against your neck. “You have sensitive ears.”
“Please,” you whimpered, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from shame. You already knew that they knew, that they’d take every single moment to take advantage of it. And you liked it. It was just when Emmet puts it into words, it was just unbearable. Even more so when he suddenly traces the bone of your ear with his tongue.
“Heek–!” you squeaked, the hot tears streaked down your cheeks from the immense sensations that tingled from your head and straight down to your core. “Emmet, no–!”
Your pleas went ignored. Emmet knew better. He knew your fixations. He knows you adored how he suckled on the tips of your ears from how you cried his name, the desperate sobs you made when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. When you were reduced to nothing but boneless jelly in his arms, he finally lets you go with a kiss.
“Shh. There, there,” He soothed you, massaging the back of your palm before letting you go, so his hand could venture elsewhere. “Would you like me to help you feel better?”
This was the first time Emmet actually asked your permission for something. Permission for something that he knew you’d say yes to anyway. You respond by leaning closer to him, resting against his shoulder and you are graced by a rich, honeyed hum that reverberates through your entire being.
"We couldn't get you out of our minds when you left school," words mumbled from his lips as his touches slowly, surely, rose from your lap and up your arm. Emmet was titillated from the way you shivered in his embrace. "We tried to visit you every day after classes, tried to reach you on your phone.."
Your eyes fluttered close and your breath hitched when his digits brushed against your chest. They continued upwards innocently, ascending to cradle your cheek in his palm. You almost disintegrate from the warmth of his touch.
"I'm sorry," Emmet murmurs deeply, his thumb stroking your cheek bone, how his nose nuzzles the side of your temple. "That one day when you finally won against us, I was too brash."
Words of old resonated in your head, old wounds revisited for him to finally tend to. The day when the twins took it too far for you. One final recess during the midterm, you finally won against them, all on your own with your Minccino and Driftloon. It had shocked them, even you, but rules were rules.
"What would you like as your reward?" Ingo asked you.
You built your courage up for this moment. "Please go out with me."
"I was too conceited," Emmet pulled you back to the present. You could feel his heartbeat thump against you like a rapid beating drum. "I was a dumb kid who couldn't control his stupid hormones."
In the darkness of your memories, you recalled his reaction when you actually, finally asked them out as your reward.
"Are you kidding me," Emmet jeered, his smile twisting in a way that was unbearable. "You cannot be serious."
His older twin would usually chaste him at this point, but even he was made speechless by your declaration.
"I thought we were–" Before Emmet could finish the sentence, you turned tail and ran.
It was the first time they hurt you. At least, that’s what you thought. It was all just a foolish misunderstanding.
“I thought we were already dating..”
But by the time you learned the true meaning behind his words back then, it was already too late. Your parents sent you to back to your home region to continue schooling where you stayed with an aunt. You haven’t seen them since.
Until today.
“We never stopped thinking about you,” Emmet breathed against your skin, his lashes half-lidded as his hand traced back down again, lingering at the crook of your neck. He wanted to ingrain every inch of how your body dipped and curved, branding it like a burn in his memory. “Never stopped looking for you, our precious little pet.”
His lips that grazed the tips of your ears finally pressed closer, giving you the lightest, kindest kiss you’ve ever received.
How was it that Emmet - crass, blunt Emmet - was this sweet? You nuzzle his shoulder with a high-pitched whine and he chuckles. “What’s wrong?”
You bury your nose harder against his shirt. “M’not used to this,” you confessed.
Emmet smiled. “Not used to what?”
The hand you used to cling to his arm quivered. “You’re so gentle.”
From above, Emmet shifted to rest his chin against your scalp. His hand moved lower to squeeze your shoulders possessively. “Because we can’t afford to lose you again.”
Your lungs sucked in a gasp when he softly moved to your chest, his hand engulfing your tender breasts. You melted under his touch, every single nerve ending in your body flared to life. “Emmet–”
“Been wanting to do this,” he muttered into your hair, breathing in the scent of your conditioner as he massaged you, earning the silkiest moan from your throat. “For so, so long.”
He relished in the sounds of your mewls, a chorus of innocent yet wanton notes to his ears. “Too cute,” he groaned as you pressed against him, how you clung to him tighter for more of him. "Too, too cute. Mine. Ours." With those long, slender fingers of his, he pawed and assaulted your delicate, sensitive flesh through your clothes. His digits searched for the nipples that jut out against the fabric, until impatience got the better of him.
“Emm–”
“Shh,” he shushed you when he slipped his hand under your hoodie. “Wouldn’t want to wake the other passengers up, would we?” He smirked at the way you flinched when his smooth tips of his fingers glided up your soft belly before gripping the hem of your bra. With one smooth motion, he hikes it up, spilling the heaviness of your breasts free underneath your hoodie.
Your moans synced in unison as soon as he caught the bare skin of your chest in his grasp. “So soft,” his voice broke. “So soft, so wonderful, god–” he groaned, leaning his weight against you as if the plushness of your flesh was all that was needed to suck him in. With two digits, he finds your left nipple and tweaks it.
“Nngh–!” you willed your mouth shut, more tears from your eyes fell from the overwhelming pleasure. Emmet rewards your efforts to stay quiet by planting another kiss at the crown of your head.
“Good girl, sweet girl,” he praised you soothingly. He was doing everything in his power to hold himself back. To not overwhelm you with how he was capable of wrecking your small, lovely form. “I’m sorry we didn’t find you sooner.”
Suddenly, another weight shifts on the other side of you. Emmet hummed. "Right on schedule."
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Ingo’s voice rumbled in the silence of the car as he moved against you. You whimpered when you felt one of his hands wandered behind your back, just below Emmet’s at your waist.
“You’re always first in line,” Emmet stuck a tongue out at him. “About time I get first dibs.”
There was a grumble, like a soft roll of thunder from a faraway storm before it broke into an amused snort. “Fine,” Ingo conceded before he pressed closer against you, sandwiching you against his younger twin. “Better late than never, right, darling?”
The older twin cups your chin, directing your face towards him. His short hair was tousled from his sleep and his eyes glowed the same way as Emmet’s. There was a slight curl at the corners of his mouth before he leaned in to connect it with yours.
You sucked in the air through your nostrils in the kiss, his lips pillow-soft against yours. For a moment, it started out as innocent as Emmet's kisses, until his tongue darted out to seek entrance. Once you parted your lips for him, Ingo devoured you.
"Ingmph–"
"You said you're not used to being conducted gently," Emmet smirked next to you, his groping hands making their way back down, leaving the warmth of your hoodie and down below to the buttons of your jeans. "Maybe my brother can fix that."
"God, you taste so good," Ingo's growls reverberated throughout your system as he deepened the kiss, sending shudder after shudder down your spine while he clasped for your other free hand, slotting his fingers between yours. He shoved his tongue hungrily, swirling it around your own, consuming you like a man who's never had a drink since the day he was born. "Taste so fucking good–"
The way your eyes widened comically and how your thighs rubbed together made Emmet laugh.
"Not used to that either, hmm?" The younger twin simpered as he undid the zipper of your pants, his fingers wriggled underneath to find your cotton panties. Your hips bucked upwards at the sensation of his digits ghosting your mound, drooling for him.
Ingo finally breaks away from you, leaving you breathless yet pining for more from the way you stared up at him with you huffing with your mouth agape. "S'fine," he grunted, his hands roughly tugging at your hoodie underneath the blanket, higher and higher for easier access to your body. "Like you said earlier–"
Cool and calloused, Ingo continues where Emmet left off at your chest, aggressively ravishing them like a man gone mad. “She likes it rough.”
You threw your head back in shock from the stark contrast between the twin’s methods, the knot in your core tightening and tightening with every passing second. Where Emmet was delicate and slow as he traced deep circles around your clit through your panties, Ingo was intense and overpowering with how he violated you. With your head leaning back, Ingo sought advantage to lick a stripe right behind your right ear.
“I can’t–” you breathed, the combination of these two proving too much to endure, but your pleads only make them croon in unison.
“‘Can’t' what, dear?”
“Is it too much?” Ingo’s voice was muffled as he continued to lap, kiss and nip at that sweet, sensitive spot just behind that ear, sending tingle after tingle straight to your scalp. More tears flowed from the corners of your eyes, everything was just too excessive for your starved depraved state.
“Too much for our poor little darling?”
“Should we stop?”
“No!” you begged, your hips rolled in time to Emmet’s caresses, your back arching for Ingo. “Don’t stop, please– Don’t stop!” They groaned against you, praising your honesty.
“Such a good girl.”
“So honest.”
“Just for us.”
“Are you close?” Emmet asked. Before you could answer, he suddenly pinches your clit between his fingers.
“HaaA–!!” Your shriek was muffled by Ingo who clasped a hand over your mouth while your toes curled in your shoes, your body stiffening and rising from your seat that it almost seemed like you’re levitating from the pleasure of it all. Your folds clenched around nothing, staining your panties, and Emmet moaned against your temples when he cupped his palm around you, revelling in the growing moisture there.
“What a fine mess.”
“Move over,” Ingo snarled at his brother for a turn, letting go of your mouth. He briefly admires the spot of drool you left at the center of his palm, bringing it close to slurp it up greedily before licking the pads of two fingers. You watched as he reached down while Emmet gives him entry by pulling at the hem of your jeans.
“Oh, fuck–” you whimpered when Ingo shoves the fabric of your panties away with impatient fingers before writhing them between your soaked, sensitive folds. Your legs jut out in shock from how full he stretched your insides. “Ingo, wait–”
“Can’t,” Ingo groaned - loudly! - into your ear. You bit your lip to silence yourself once more, but you couldn’t stop the cry that belted from your mouth when he ruthlessly pumped his thick, chafed fingers inside your channel. “Can’t wait anymore,” he nuzzled against the shell of your ear, peppering kisses there which caused you to see stars. “Waited too long. Need this cunt, this fucking wet cunt that's made for us.”
“Brother, she’s twitching,” Emmet cooed, one hand combing through your hair and the other resting against your erected and oversensitive clit. He lets out a soft-hearted laugh at your whining when he brushes a thumb there.
“Good,” Ingo purred, pressing further against you to the point you could hardly breathe. “Show how much you want us, dear. All these years of longing, searching, burning–” Ingo buried his nose in your hair for a moment to inhale your scent before lowering his face to nibble at the tip of your ears. The gasp you elicited was beyond pornographic, but at this point the boys don’t seem to care if the entire Bullet Train could hear them fuck you under the blankets. The whole world needed to know that they finally found you, that they can finally claim you all for their own.
“You’re making all sorts of noises down there,” Emmet murmured as he rained kisses from your eyelids and down your cheek.
“So wet, but still so tight,” Ingo added lowly, his thrusts becoming more sloppy just to exaggerate the vulgar squelching that rang throughout the car. “God, I can’t wait to have this pussy around my cock–”
You squeal, closing your thighs together in hopes to stop his shameful filthy mantra, but Emmet stops you before your knees could even touch. “Tut tut,” he tuts at you. “Good girls keep their legs wide for the ride.”
“Oh, she likes that,” Ingo smirked down at you, bending down closer until you could feel his breath lick your ear. “I can feel you sucking me in, so hungry for my fingers, pet. Would you do the same once you ride my dick?” The way he taunted you felt so uncharacteristic of him, so unexpected, and good god you wanted more. “Do you want to be a good girl for us, hmm?”
The response you gave was another tight squeeze around his fingers, your hands scrambling to hold on to them for dear life.
“Tell us what you want,” Ingo challenged you.
You bit your lip. “I want you,” you uttered. “I want both of you, so bad.”
“Tell us what you want us to do,” Emmet whispered, his hand on your clit, tracing the same tight little circles you liked so much.
“Love me,” you begged through your sobs, tears continuously streaming from the corners of your eyes. “Don’t let me go. Please.”
“Always,” Emmet rewards you with another of his never-ending kisses, soft pecks against your face.
“Never letting you out of our sight,” Ingo copies his brother, planting smooch after smooch on the other side of your features. “Never again.”
Emmet suddenly quickens his strumming against your erected clit, your slick coating his digits just as much as Ingo’s. “Ours.”
“Forever,” Ingo curled his fingers inside you, burying them as far as they could go all the way to his knuckles.
“Oh no, oh god–!” Your entire body felt constricted, bound and tight and so, so close to the edge. “M’gonna– please, please, please–”
The lights of the train car suddenly flickered on.
There was a short pause before Ingo suddenly threw something at Emmet, who caught it effortlessly after removing himself from the blanket. In one smooth motion, he brings it over your head - the sleeping eye mask that Ingo had been using earlier. Your world was plunged into darkness and you made a soundless whimper in confusion. Someone softly presses your forehead back into the seat. Another secures the blankets over you. Footsteps approached.
“Good evening, sirs,” an unfamiliar voice approached before hushing itself. “Ah, sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No problem at all!”
“Do not worry yourself,” Emmet piqued. “We actually have a hard time sleeping.”
You can feel their hands slip back under the blanket. You twitched and Ingo squeezes your thigh with his soiled hand to keep you still.
“Thank you for your understanding,” the unfamiliar voice continued. Was it a conductor? “I need to check your tickets for the ride. Standard protocol and all, I’m afraid.”
“Of course.”
“We know all too well!” Ingo sympathized, digging his pockets for his and Emmet’s ticket. And apparently yours too. How he got it, when he got it, you’ll never know. “Here you are, please take a look.”
The conductor gives his thanks. Silence followed after as he read through the tickets, when all of a sudden, Ingo returns his fingers back inside you.
Your head turns to Emmet, as if that would help hide your reddening face from the stranger who had interrupted the three of you.
“Everything seems fine,” the conductor finally said, returning the tickets to Ingo. “Ah, and I’ll overlook the change of seats since we aren’t fully booked today. Special service for the famous Subway Bosses."
There was another pause, but not long enough for that particular information to sink in your brain.
“You know each other?”
You feel Emmet push against your clit and you twitched again. “Yes,” he smiled as he rubbed and squeezed you softly. “Childhood friend. Pure coincidence to find her.”
“It’s a delight,” Ingo added, his fingers slowly, agonizingly, stroked your slippery, messy walls. “But she must be tired from today - she’s out like a light!”
The conductor must have bowed or made some apologetic gesture at this point. “My humble apologies,” he murmured. “I’ll leave you three to rest.”
“Yup yup.”
“Thank you, sir!” Ingo called after him before the lights went dark again. Once the footsteps faded away, Ingo raised the blindfold from your hazy eyes. “Should we keep this on? I’m kind of into this.”
“Next time,” Emmet tittered. “I want to see her. I want her to see us too.” Pressing his nose against your side, his wrist flicking with impossible speed, his digits pressed mercilessly against your throbbing button. You feel his tongue lick along the rim of your ears and you jerk forwards. “She’s so close - is it because we nearly got caught?”
You keened in denial, afraid that it might just be true, but also didn’t care anymore if it was. You were desperate. You were on your knees for another release. “Coming– Coming, close, close, please–! I’m–!”
“As if we’d let another see you like this,” Ingo growled on the other, never once letting up his fingers that fucked you raw. His lip finds its way to your earlobe where he bites down harshly between his teeth, sending white flashes before your eyes. “But don’t worry. We’ll give our darling everything. All the aching we have for you - take it.”
“Emmet–!” You had no idea when you started talking.
Emmet gritted his teeth. “Take.”
“Ingo–!” You can’t even differentiate who was speaking between the two anymore.
Ingo curled his toes within his sneakers. “It.”
“I love you–!” All that mattered was this moment.
The twins moaned into you in pitch-perfect sync. “All.”
All that mattered was Emmet and Ingo Trevithick.
“I love you–!!”
Like strings cut from your limbs, you felt as though you lost control of yourself when you were sent careening deep into your climax. Your eyes crossed, your mouth fell agape, your dumbed-down mindfucked state at the mercy of the twins who only looked on at you with nothing but devotion and warmth. Your afterglow cradled you downwards, your body sinking back into the seat with Emmet and Ingo there to catch you in your fall.
Someone fixed your panties, albeit soaked and ruined. Another redid the buttons of your jeans. Both twins slipped an arm each around you, one over your front like a seatbelt while the other was behind you to hold your waist. You felt kisses, soft, weightless lips against your eyelids, your cheekbones, your jawline. Emmet cards his fingers into your hair while Ingo thumbed gentle circles at the back of your hand. You wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out was an exhausted rasp.
“Shh,” Emmet gave a faint hush.
“It’s okay,” Ingo breathed. “You can sleep. We’ll take care of you.”
“Our lovely, little pet.”
“Our sweet, beloved darling.”
Dark spots danced before your eyes before they fluttered close. The last thing you felt was someone nuzzling against your hair and the other wishing you sweet dreams before the pair of them murmured together.
“We love you too.”
Damn, you thought to yourself as you slipped into unconsciousness. You really were one lucky gal.
____
"Did you figure out which ryokan she's staying at?"
"Yup. It's a pretty good one. You can book these special baths for private use."
"Hmm."
"Hm-hm. I've already booked us a room."
"Bravo! Let me see the baths."
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leggerefiore · 4 months
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That pokévillan marriage hc was soooo sweet! 😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Then I laughed imagining them scrambling to find their s/o's ring size, especially if they don't wear jewelry at all. Can I request hcs of how the submas, larry and whoever you want finds out their s/o's ring size? I can only imagine the chaos and hilarity that insues as they try to be discreet 🤣
djajfjd that's me tbh. I can barely stand necklace and bracelets so they'd die trying to find my ring size
characters: Ingo, Emmet, Larry, Nanu
▲Ingo▼
● Somehow, it had completely slipped his mind that he needed to find your ring size out for the piece of jewellery he planned to spend well into four digits on, until after Elesa questioned him. Her deadpan expression made he realised his grievous error. The new situation left him in shambles. How did he get your ring size without you realising it? He wanted his plans to be a surprise. Many thoughts crossed his mind on just how to get there.
● Could he try to guess? He was not too overly familiar with it. Directly asking you was not something that he would dare do. He thinks maybe of getting you a ring as a random gift to see how close it would be to your size, but ends up backing out as he worries about the confusion it might bring. Then, he remembers something from his younger days. His more rural childhood provided an ease strategy for this information.
● Suddenly, he takes you out to a route with wild flowers and ties a flower ring around your finger. He slides it on and off to confirm that it was a proper comparison, and then takes it away under the illusion of wanting to preserve it. (He does, actually, but only after ascertaining the information he needs.) Now, he can only hope you do not get suspicious of anything.
▽Emmet△
○ It crossed his mind much too late. He was already nearly in the process of buying the ring when he was asked about the ring size. Emmet felt verrry dumb forgetting such an important detail and had to awkwardly explain that he did not know before backing out of the store. He stood in a daze for a few moments. This was going to be a surprise, but he did not have a clue what your ring size was. He texted Elesa about his situation. Her reply made him feel even dumber. An obvious solution to his problem.
○ Well, that was if you had any rings for him to compare. If you did not, he would simply perish. Possible other solutions ran through his head. Would it be so out of character for him to measure your finger? Probably, but he was considered odd by many people, so it could work. Though, you were more aware of the extent of his personality than other people. He feels deeply lost about how to about it.
○ If you have rings, he goes for Elesa's suggestion to get your ring size and leaves you none the wiser. But, if you do not have any, he must unfortunately bear the circumstance of measuring the circumference of your finger. You will probably catch on to why he is doing it, but please don't make it obvious you have. He will get sad. Verrry sad. Let him have this.
💼Larry🏢
🍙 It crosses his mind pretty early. He has been around his boss enough to know a bit about accessory sizing. Though, he will admit he is not sure how to get it. He ponders it quietly while stopped outside the office. His expression scares passers-by as he stands eerily still. Eventually, he does is around Rika, who lends an ear to his issue and sighs. She did not expect him to have a romantic side. Of course, if she does suggest just asking for your measurement, she feels certain he will.
🍙 Her advice to check for other rings remains in his head as he returns home. Obviously, just asking you had crossed his mind. There was no reason to make a show out of proposing, especially at his age, but he felt you would appreciate the surprise. Hassel had become involved at some point and proposed something with the use of flowers that he had heard about from a friend. Larry felt even more uncertain about how to approach it now.
🍙 At some point, he grabs your hand, catching you off-guard. His silent observation of your hand would be distressing if not for his odder ways of showing affection popping up. He considered a rough estimate in his head after he let your hand go. Hopefully, this would be accurate.
🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹
🌑 It felt a bit dumb for him to finally just be settling down, but you obviously had been subtly mentioning it to him. Deciding that he had nothing left to lose, he chose to visit Olivia. Of course, with her better knowledge about accessories, she stared at him for a moment when he did not know your ring size. It slipped his mind, despite it being completely obvious. Olivia began giving him some suggestions on how to get your ring size subtly. He nodded and stepped out of the store with a sigh.
🌑 He thought on it for a moment. Finding a ring that you had around his home might be hard, trying something cutesy like tying a flower around your finger was out of character for him. He certainly could not get away with just taking a measurement of your ring finger. Nanu shook his head as he watched a stray Meowth run through the streets of Konikoni. If he just asked you, he knew you would likely catch on, of course… But his mind went back to Olivia. Well, nothing wrong with twisting the truth a little to keep some mystique going on.
🌑 So, he called you. You answered. “Olivia wants your ring size,” Nanu half-lied, “She's making a piece of jewellery for you. I don't know it.” You gasped excitedly and quickly provided the required information. He thanked you and hung up. Walking back in the store, he told Olivia your ring size. You probably might be a little suspicious, but as long as you were not completely aware, the Kahuna supposed.
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bellafragolina · 2 months
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Eevee!Ingo and Emmet evolve into Sylveons instead of Espeon/Umbreon because of Reader trying to hide it since they haven't confessed yet.
Awwww!! I suppose this would be like a childhood friends to lovers deal if they’re eevees <3
🍓🍓🍓
It’s the night after prom that it happens. You’ve since fallen asleep, still half dressed in your prom clothes, sprawled out on the various pillows and blankets. Flanking you are Ingo and Emmet, cuddled close as can be, because just before your untimely slumber, you had been stroking their ears and dragging your nails along their scalps to fluff up their hair. And your hands still reside on their heads, carefully cradles that feel so very safe to the struck twins.
The night is quiet, save your soft snores and sleepy murmurs. Ingo can feel your heart’s gentle beat beneath his curled hand, his face squished against your shoulder and chest. He gazes up at you with such affection, such awe to see you, as though your presence was of divine influence. Mesmerized, he watches you sleep, body aching for him to follow you, but mind to active with daydreams and longing to allow him such rest.
Emmet is in a similar state. He curls around your stomach, head rested on the plush softness while his arms hold you against him not unlike a toy. His head rises and falls somewhat with the tempo of your breathing. It’s uncomfortable, the press of his half discarded suit, the twist of his spine, the way his neck stretches with each of your inhales, but he doesn’t move. He can bring himself to move away for a moment, to let you escape his grasp, to lose your warmth.
It’s a quiet night, left basking in love unexpressed.
Your nose wrinkles, Ingo notices. Your body tenses beneath Emmet’s cheek. You huff, hum, stretching your legs and adjusting your position to get more comfortable. Your hands twitch, curling into the choppy hair of each twin. Their eyes pinch closed at the sensation of your loving touch, subconsciously unconscious as it is.
And in that moment, the room alights with colors.
You jerk awake with a snort of confusion, blinded by the flashbang that has exploded. There’s a mess of frantic noises, bumps and thumps and frightened, clipped cries of your friends.
“Guys?!” You call, panicked. You’re not sure what’s happening, still rubbing sand from your eyes. “Ingo?? Emmet?? Where are you?”
“Nowhere!” Emmet shouts, followed by a loud smack and a yelp. You rub your eyes some more, blinking away sunspots. “Do not get up! Go back to sleep!”
“Everything’s alright!” Ingo says. You peer around, following the sound of shuffling and such towards the couch shoved into the corner to make room for the cuddle pile. “Don’t worry yourself! Emmet and I are doing a bit of maintenance! Go back to sleep, we will be fine!”
You climb to your knees, crawling towards the couch. You can see the soft shadows from the moon’s light casting strange figures onto the wall next to the couch. It worries you.
“Did something happen?” You ask, knelt before the couch. More shuffling is what answers you. “Are you two alright? Are you hurt?” You pause, and glance at the shadows again, eyes wide. “Wait, did you two evolve!?”
“No!” Emmet squeaks, but the guilt it carries exposes the lie.
“Guys!” You say, grabbing the couch to shake it some in your excitement. “That’s great! Congratulations! What evo are you both? Umbreon?”
A heavy silence hangs.
“No.” Ingo whispers. You’re shocked to hear him so quiet.
“Oh!” You say, thinking again. “Espeon?”
That would be strange, considering the time, but evolutions have always been strange. And nothing is ever certain.
Emmet whines. “No.”
Neither? You puzzle over it, confused as to why neither happened. Obviously they evolved, and you had heard them discussing the pros and cons of Umbreon versus Espeon should this day ever come. Now that it’s here, however, you’re sad to see them hiding away, no doubt upset they didn’t get either.
But if not those two, then. . .
You blush to yourself, but shake off the assumption. “Sylveon?”
A sob answers you.
No longer concerned about privacy, you scramble to your feet, shoving the couch aside to reveal your poor boys.
They’re beautiful, with their pink ears, decorated with bows, with the ribbons that cascade from them. They seem to sparkle in the moonlight, but you can’t focus on that now.
Ingo has curled into a ball, sobbing into his knees as he tries to cover his new ears and ribbons with his hands, to no avail. Emmet is tucked up next to him, eyes pinched shut as he shakes and tries to pull his shirt over his own ears.
Your beautiful boys, so distraught.
They easily fall into your grasping arms, clinging and whimpering as they pull you to them. Ingo cries into your shoulder, hiding his face, as Emmet presses to your heart. You pet their hair, hushing the sobs and apologies they spew.
“Shh,” you whisper as Ingo hiccups, “you’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you will.” Emmet whines, rubbing his face into your chest. “You know now. You’re gonna leave.”
“This wasn’t what we planned.” Ingo continues, before you can ask anything. “We wanted. . . We wanted it to be romantic. Beautiful! Because we wanted you to feel special. You make us feel special, and so loved, and we love you! We want you to feel how you make us feel, yet now we’re here! We evolved early and now you know and-”
You kiss his head. Ingo falls silent, eyes wide as he paws at the fabric of your rumbled prom clothes. You kiss his head, kiss his temple, then turn to kiss Emmet on the nose when he looks up at you. Then you kiss his forehead.
And you kiss them, careful pecks upon their heads, their new ears, the tips of the feelers they now have. You kiss them, until you’re intertwined with them, never to ever leave.
🍓🍓🍓
I love them! I love them!!
Hope you enjoyed!
~Renee
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onestepbackwards · 2 years
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Concept: The reader who gets thrown into Hisui can actually still use apps on their Arcphone, and have internet. But only somewhat. They actually can’t type anything. They can’t posts tweets, make any text posts, send any texts, nothing. However, they find a loophole. They can make and send videos, and take pictures. Then they get the idea to stream being in Hisui. It technically works! They don’t have to type anything, just go live and go from there! Bonus points if they were like, a popular streamer/youtuber, or even the Sinnoh Champion before being yeeted to Hisui.
Like, imagine if you’re a popular face in your country and just,,, disappeared for at least a whole week. Literally nothing to show what happened to you, or how you even left. No clothes packed, car still in the lot, all identification still on you table, and even your pokemon are still on the nightstand next to you bed, safe in their pokeballs! The only thing gone is your phone, but it must be broken or turned off, because the phone company and police can’t track it. Some people wonder if you had been kidnapped, or Arceus forbid, something worse. But the detectives can only scratch their head. The doors were still locked, and there were no signs of forced entry, or any at all for that fact. Not to mention the pokemon would have broke out of their pokeballs if they had sensed their owner’s distress. You were just.... Gone. Until a week later. Imagine a week later, people are beginning to lose hope about you, all trails having gone cold. Until later that evening. People get a notification about a streamer going live. It’s the person who disappeared. People rush to the stream to see what the hell is going on, and maybe get some answers. Maybe an explanation at best! Or at worst, someone hacking your account.... Everyone joins, only to see.... You...? You’re dressed in odd clothing, but it’s unmistakably you. You’re going off, talking about how you got dumped in ancient Sinnoh or something, and have been told by god itself to find all pokemon in said ancient Sinnoh. At first, people think you’re crazy, until they notice some familiar landmarks. And all the wild pokemon. Especially the GIANT wild pokemon. You claim Arceus won’t let you make text posts or regular tweets, and won’t let you receive normal messages, so you’re just,, stuck making streams and videos. You laugh how that’s arguably worse than typing anything else, but hey, you’re not a god. How are you supposed to know how one thinks? People are suspicious at first, but it becomes horrifyingly clear that you aren’t joking, and that you are somehow stuck in the past, still able to livestream and make videos. You jokingly talk about the people you meet, and your job for the day/week. You often stream yourself hunting down pokemon, and writing down stuff in your pokedex. If you still have access to the chat, you gladly answer any questions you get, and happily get all help in filling out the pokedex. If not, I’d think it’d be amusing if people could still talk through donations, the TTS voice talking out to you in the wild. Even funnier since you don’t even get the money being sent to you. “it’s not so bad!” You muse to the phone quietly, back striking a Pikachu with a pokeball, and catching it instantly. “I just wish that the people would stop acting like I’m gonna grow four extra arms and bite their heads off.” You tend to use the streams to vent a bit as well, seeing as they are the only sense of familiarity you have here in Hisui. So when people find out you apparently fell from a space and time rift in the sky, they are rightly horrified. With all of this going on, your situation gets international attention. People from across the globe are wondering what the hell is going on. Champions, professors, gym leaders, you name it. You have a lot of people now watching your streams. It’s gets even weirder when you open up stream on day, both giddy and almost gobsmacked. “Hey guys! So uh- okay.” You start off, almost scatterbrained. “So like, I have to go quell this one pokemon, Lord Electrode, I think? Whatever- ANYWAY you guys will not believe who I found.” You say, ignoring the questions about ‘Lord Electrode’. “Turns out, okay- like, I didn’t keep up with a lot of international news before ending up here, right? But I did hear about a few things. Anyway, this is important. Wasn’t there like, this subway guy that went missing a few years ago? Like, in Unova?” You managed to ask in your rambling. You get a few responses to your question, a lot of people bringing up said Subway Boss’s name. “Ingo? So it is Ingo? I knew it!” Your viewers ask what you were talking about. Why was this relevant? Though a few people already had a sinking feeling in their stomachs. “Okay so, like, I wake up this morning and just?? There’s a guy in a torn coat? Outside my house? Like, he looked like the subway guy, but there are a lot of people who look like people i met personally. I figure, ‘huh, this guy might be an ancestor, or whatever.’“ You ramble on, ignoring how the chat seemed to speed up as you continue talking. “Anyway, he tells me good morning, and says I’m needed at headquarters. I said thanks, and went on, and learned that the guy’s name was Ingo!” You ignored the chat blowing up, as you paced across your little room. “And like, I thought ‘huh, that sounds familiar! And he looks familiar!’ But didn’t really think about it until Irida mentioned he was an amnesiac? And is also not from Hisui? He apparently also fell from the sky or something. He’s not sure.” You said with a wave of your hand. You ignored the onslaught of text to speech messages for now, too caught up in your own explanation. “So then I got to thinking, ‘hey, didn’t a guy with that name go missing in Unova?’” You asked, spinning on your heel, facing the phone once more. “And THEN it hit me, I thought he looked damn near the same as the guy! Just like, a little beat up. His coat is like, super shredded, and his hat has some holes in it.” You said, briefly describing the man. “Guys, I know it sounds crazy, but I think the missing subway guy is the same guy who I’m supposed to meet with today. I think he got sent back like me, but somehow lost his memories!” You told the chat excitedly. Your phone was blowing up with the amount of messages you were receiving. You definitely had a back log. Grabbing the phone, you looked to the door, and sighed. “I gotta go guys. I have to meet Ingo soon, and it’s gonna take a while to walk there. I’ll see if I can get pictures or stream with him! Bye guys!” You wave to the phone, ignoring the messages desperately asking for more details. Shutting the stream off, you begin packing for your journey. Meanwhile, Emmet and Elesa are desperately trying to contact you after hoards of people sent them clips of you talking about Ingo. None of their messages go through. Some people tell them that apparently, Arceus itself won’t let you type messages, only stream and make videos and photos. Emmet begrudgingly waits for your next stream. Eager to see if it really is his missing brother, who’s apparently been thrown several centuries in the past.
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teabunnee · 28 days
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How Submas make you blush/fluster
It’s a bit similar to how they want kisses, but it’s just to see you smile. Also I can’t blush so :p. Flustering is just as good. 
Ingo
Unintentionally 
words, words words words! He’ll tell you how much he loves you, gently and sincerely. He’s good with his words. Very good. He also does this unintentionally a lot. Ask him a question and you won’t know if you’ll get a normal answer or something so saccharine sweet it’ll burn your cheeks. 
This complement will likely be quite loud too, his regular voice is loud and clear from his work, so good luck with that. 
He’s very gentle and sweet with his words, except when he gets excited, so you might fluster if you do something well and he’s proud of you. He’ll raise his voice to the ceiling, to space, singing praises to you. Deny it and he gets even louder and more insistent.
Intentionally 
During a quiet day or whether he feels the need to be quiet, kisses on the hand is his go-to. His eyes shine with love and admiration as he holds you hand in his. He’ll tell you how radiant and beautiful you are in his eyes. Every good trait. It is only semi intentional. 
He’ll do things for you too. Service! Take things from the top shelf to give you. 
He thinks you look so good when you’re flustered, even when he’s not entirely sure what he did, it makes him proud to have this affect on you. 
Emmet
Unintentionally 
kisses, kisses everywhere. 
The ticklier the better! He loves to make you laugh. He’ll kiss your cheek, your forehead, everywhere. 
He’ll also cuddle you, nuzzle your cheek then nestle his face in your neck as he snakes his arm around yours. Humming happily at the feel of your skin against his, his breath against your skin. He loves physical contact in general. He holds hands a lot, and likes to play with your fingers.
He’s more mature than he realises, his views on life, the way he supports you and helps you, the way he looks at you. He loves you, plain and simple. He’ll do anything for you. 
Intentionally 
If he really wants to fluster you intentionally (which is very, very often, the bastard (affectionate)) he’ll act more flirty, his eyes will narrow and his grin turns into a smirk as he leans in. 
He’ll whisper in your ear, maybe nip on it, kiss the base of your neck gently. His voice will be deep too. 
He wants to be a man in your eyes, and he thinks a flustered you is adorable. He preens when he knows he’s succeeded too. 
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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year
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Random selection of Pokeguys with this old classic:
Character: “I wasn’t that drunk last night!”
“You were flirting with S/O.”
Character: “So? He’s my boyfriend.”
“You asked him if he was single.”
“And then cried when he said he wasn’t.”
… you guys know the one I’m talking about right? A big fandom meme but I can’t find the og, if there even was a non fandom-affiliated og. This is probably really convoluted for a shitpost lmao I’m sorry, this is just silly goofiness to me while I wait for requests and the guys here were just kinda picked by who I thought would be the most fun to write.
Content warnings: alcohol consumption and drunkenness
Adaman
💎 — Emotionally devastated but trying so hard not to show it
💎 — Considering he was sloppy-ass drunk enough to ask you, HIS BOYFRIEND, if you were single that’s not really something he’s doing great at
💎 — “Oh nooo that’s so… I’m sorry… oh noooo you’re just so pretty :(“
💎 — He stares vacantly off into the distance, holding back tears while you stare at him and wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to realize.
💎 — It’s kinda pathetic so you give up the joke and tell him the truth, to which he ACTUALLY bursts into tears.
💎 — “Hweuuuhhh Mighty Dialga is truly gracious and kind to have blessed me with your love I’m so luckyyyyyyyyy”
💎 — Just leans against you and sobs for a while, while you pet his hair and try to console him and insist this is real life, and that you’re sorry about the trick. Mai and Irida, who are watching the whole thing, are NOT sorry you pulled this one because it’s fucking hysterical
Melli
💙 — WAILS
💙 — Cue incoherent sobbing into your shoulder about why Mighty Dialga hates him so much that it would torment him with the ethereal beauty that you are that he’s forbidden to have
💙 — If only they existed in Hisui, you might want to grab a velvet chaise for him to lay on and sob dramatically in a very theatrical pose
💙 — When you finally give up the joke and tell him that the person you’re dating is, in fact, him, it’s like you just clicked the off switch. I mean, the tears are definitely still flowing but he shuts up instantly and stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.
💙 — Then starts fanning his face, still clearly crying while trying to look all smug and confident.
💙 — “HMMMMMPH of course I knew that, only I would be worthy of your company anyway” (still visibly crying a river)
💙 — Clings to your side the entire night and also looks like a pathetic wet rat while he does it
Red
🔥 — :(
🔥 — visible despair
🔥 — sad shinji meme
🔥 — he just kind of. sulks. pouting very dramatically.
🔥 — I mean good for you and whoever you’re seeing but he’s very drunk and to him you’re like the hottest man on earth right now??
🔥 — Eventually you put your arm around him and hit him with the “Red honey, I was talking about you. You’re the other person I’m seeing.”
🔥 — …
🔥 — :,D
🔥 — prommy????
Ingo
⚫️ — INSTANT ugly crying but not for the reason you think actually.
⚫️ — “WAUUGH PLEASE FORGIVE MY RUDENESS I DIDN’T MEAN TO IMPOSE I AM SO IGNORANT PLEASE TELL YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER I’M SORRYYYYYY”
⚫️ — I mean yeah, he’s also upset you’re apparently not single but all he can think about is how much he must have offended you and AUGH you’re so handsome and sweet and he was so clueless please don’t take it personally he doesn’t really know what’s gotten into him!!!
⚫️ — Probably the one you have to drop the joke the fastest with because you were NOT expecting this reaction at all and between all the sobbing and shouting you’re starting to worry about when the last time he actually took a breath was.
⚫️ — You end up needing to rub his back and scream your own apologies to him because you were only joking, the person you were dating is HIM!
⚫️ — At this he’s now just crying for a different reason, because he’s so lucky and you’re so handsome and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve this.
⚫️ — He calms down pretty fast after that, but never mention that incident to him again
⚫️ — He already doesn’t drink much and remembering how dramatic and off kilter he was being that night just has him actually wanting to curl up in a hole and just. Live there.
Emmet
⚪️ — “Oh! Okay then!”
⚪️ — You’re a bit surprised by his unfazed reaction for being absolutely piss drunk, but after delivering that line he immediately pivots on his heel and speedwalks the hell away.
⚪️ — You call his name at first, and when he doesn’t respond and also looks DEAD SET on leaving whatever event you guys are at, you have to run after him calling his name all the while.
⚪️ — Drunk Emmet thought process: Dear lord, I’ve made a horrible mistake. I am extremely embarrassed. I’m going to immediately vacate the area and probably never come back.
⚪️ — You practically corner him because he is so, so fixated on leaving out of sheer embarrassment when you explain you were just messing with him and the person you’re already dating? That’s him.
⚪️ — By the look on his face, he practically needs one of those little buffering wheels above his head, because he is thinking HARD about this. His entire worldview has shattered. The earth has stopped turning. His wig is gone.
⚪️ — Eventually he just… climbs into your arms and lets you take him back to where you guys were. Both extremely embarrassed for a totally different reason now while simultaneously being in complete and total awe that sober him scored someone like you. Woah.
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