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Our Angel Pt. 3
Hello! Welcome to part 3 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!
I will admit, I kinda struggled this chapter. I had a lot going on when writing this. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy this short chapter!
Summary: It has been a few days since Emmet had left your home. Just as you are about to give up hope on seeing him again, a stranger who looks just like him knocks in your door…
CW: minor mentions of injuries, mentions of getting jumped, mentions of toxic family
Word Count: 2825 Words!
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It had been a few days since Emmet had snuck out of your bedroom window.
Just as you had predicted, you haven’t seen him since that day.
It honestly was a little… disappointing.
The thought was silly, that you kinda wanted to see the greaser again. He had been a little goofy, but he was sweet. Even if he was a flirt.
It made your life interesting, for a day. For the first time in years, just helping a guy out had made you feel more alive than you have in a long time.
Because of this, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind.
He had been such a breath of fresh air! …If you don’t count the fact that you had been terrified for two days that he might die in your bathtub.
When he was fine(ish) though, he had been nice. A lot nicer than at least half the people you knew.
You just hoped it wasn’t the concussion doing most of the talking. However, you had your doubts you would ever find out.
He hadn’t come back, after all. Nor had you seen heads or tails of him on your walks back from campus.
“Figures…” you mumbled, head in hand as you sat at your desk. At least you got to experience it when you did. It would be a fun story to tell when you were finally free of this place.
Though you would admit, when the doorbell rang, your hopes shot up.
You squashed them down, of course. No doubt it was a friend of your parents or a salesman or something.
At first you tried to ignore it. Your parents weren’t home, after all, and you didn’t want to deal with someone selling you something. Or even worse, your dad’s stupid work friends, or your mom’s friends from her book club.
After a second series of knocks, however, you heaved out a sigh. Closing your book, you left your room, and headed to the front door.
You opened it, already putting a fake smile on your face, preparing to deal with whoever was willing to bother you.
“Hello, how may I….”
The words died in your throat, however, when your eyes met silver ones.
He was back.
At first, you fully believed it was Emmet. Silver hair, silver eyes, similar get up. However, something was off about him.
This guy… he had no injuries.
When Emmet had left your home, he had a nasty black eye, bruises everywhere, a busted lip… you doubted he could heal that quickly.
He also had his hair parted slightly different, and his clothes were completely black, instead of the white shirt. A small detail, but you felt it was off.
There also seemed to be what you assumed as a tattoo of some sort peeking out just from under the mans’s jacket collar on his neck. You had seen Emmet shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have that tattoo as far as you remembered.
Then there was the frown on his face. It was something that seemed so out of place for Emmet. However, he didn’t seem upset. In fact, he straightened up almost excitedly when you pulled open the door.
You both stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word.
He was just as pretty as Emmet was. Were they siblings?
The man seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and began to speak.
“Hello there. I am Ingo, Emmet’s twin brother.”
You blinked, perked up, and took that in.
It made sense. You were sure if you hadn't seen Emmet with all those wounds, they’d be practically identical. The only differences being the smile, clothing choices, and the way they part their hair.
“How is he? Is he alright? Are his injuries healing okay?”
At that moment, a switch flipped in Ingo’s mind, and you didn’t even know it.
But you did see his eyes grow a teeny bit wider.
It seemed he wasn’t as expressive as Emmet was.
“Yes! Thanks to you, he is healing up nicely! There haven’t been any issues so far with his healing.”
You slumped against the doorframe, relieved. If you were being honest with yourself, the thought of his well being had been weighing on you since he left that day. If he even made it home, or recovered at all.
“Oh thank goodness. I had wondered if he was alright after sneaking out after being unconscious for so long. With those injuries too, no less.”
Giving Ingo a small smile, you didn’t notice how his cheeks had grown slightly pink.
“Thank you so much for letting me know!”
Now you would hopefully be able to sleep a bit better at night, knowing Emmet was gonna be okay.
This man, Ingo, you think he said his name was, cleared his throat.
“I wanted to give you this.”
You stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking down.
He was holding out a piece of paper in his hand. Hesitantly, you took it from his grasp.
Much to your surprise, it was a set of numbers, along with his name written in cursive. Not something you expected from a greaser, but you knew from Emmet looks were deceiving.
“Are you… giving me your number?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as it really hit you over what he had given you.
You… never had a guy’s phone number before outside of school, since that was always for projects…
Ingo gave you a look, one you had a feeling was a more serious one than his regular face.
“Yes. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll take care of it for you.”
Shock must of been evident on your face, becuas his look seemed to shift into a somewhat amused one. His frown wasn’t as prominent, and the look in his eyes seemed lighter.
“But… why?” You asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t even know you, and you had a feeling having this guy’s favor was probably a big deal.
He tilted his head at you, confused as to why you would ask.
“Because you saved Emmet’s life. We both owe you a great debt. If you had not helped him, he very well could have died.”
His words settled into your stomach like rocks. Yeah, you knew he was in bad shape, but thinking how Emmet could have died without your help was an unsettling thought.
“Ah…” you only managed to mumble.
You then let out a squeak when Ingo was suddenly directly in front of you. His right are rested against the door frame above you, and his other hand was suddenly gently grabbing your chin.
“I mean it. Anything you want or need, it will be yours. I know Emmet is especially desperate to do anything you wish.”
Your face was red, and you found yourself sputtering at the sudden shift and contact. It didn’t help you swore you could see a smirk pushing through that ever present frown.
“We owe you so much. Please, even if it’s just to talk, call or message me.” He asked, having you look at him. Gone were the traces of the smirk, and his face seemed serious again.
Slowly, you nodded.
“I-… okay.” You agreed, you heart hammering in your chest.
All you were doing was agreeing to take his number and tell him if you needed anything, so you didn’t have to call him…
But the thought of getting to make sure Emmet got better whispered into the back of your mind. This way, you could make sure he was okay….
This was a risky game though. You knew greasers were trouble, so you would be playing with fire the more you associated with them.
Though you couldn’t help but wonder; was it really that bad that you wanted to talk to them, to make sure one was okay? They certainly didn’t seem all that bad…
Unaware of your inner turmoil, Ingo backed away, though he seemed much happier and brighter than when you had first opened the door.
“Excellent! Now, would you like to-“
Before he could finish, your phone made a small jingle, signaling your mother had messaged you. Ignoring Ingo, you scrambled for the device, and opened your messages.
Your heart nearly fell in your stomach. It seems your mother’s shopping trip was ending early, saying she couldn’t find everything she needed and would be home shortly.
Panicking, you didn’t notice the look of concern on Ingo’s face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.
“I-I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”
The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden panic.
“What? Why-“
You shushed him, and looked further out the door and down the street.
“My mother is on her way home. If she sees you, she’ll freak out and start yelling. She’ll probably call the cops too.”
Quickly, with a quiet ‘sorry’, you grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. You pushed him down the sidewalk towards what you assumed was his car.
“I’m so sorry, but she can’t see you. I promise to try and message or something, but for your sake, you must leave!”
You absolutely hated doing this to him. He seemed nice, if not a bit more reserved than Emmet. But you knew if your mother saw a greaser of all guys talking to you, she’d blow a gasket. She’d make accusations, scream, yell, probably ground you…
Then she would tell your father, who would make things worse. He may even go as far as to pull money for your tuition, or even try to get these guys arrested for just talking to you.
Even as an adult, you were still shackled to your parent’s wills.
Thankfully, Ingo didn’t resist you, and quickly walked with you to his car. Before he went to his door to get in, he gave you a look.
“Are you going to be okay, Angel?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft compared to how loud it had been before.
You blinked, brain nearly freezing at the nickname.
“I-Yes-I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about what could happen to you. I can’t be seen talking to you or Emmet by my parents, and my mother is on her way home.”
Ingo’s lips tightened into a fine line, and he gave you a brisk nod.
Before he turned to walk over to the driver's side of his car, he surprised you.
He grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss.
You sputtered, feeling hot all over again.
He smirked against the back of your hand, before releasing you.
“Take care, Angel. I look forward to hearing from you.”
You almost didn’t register his words, too flustered from the gesture. It wasn’t until he climbed into his car, and shut the door, that you were taken out of your daze.
“W-Wait, I-“
He drove off with a wave before your brain could finish catching up.
Standing there a bit dumbly, you could only watch as his car turned a corner, and out of your sight. You ended up not moving for a few minutes, nearly jumping in surprise when your mother drove up behind you with a honk.
Spinning around, she rolled down the window as she pulled over closer to the sidewalk where you stood.
“Hey sweetie! Why are you standing out here?” She asked, a bit confused. She even tried to look in the direction you were facing, trying to see what you were looking at.
“Um…” you spoke, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.
“There were some rowdy kids on bikes yelling just a minute ago down the street. I was just…. Seeing if there was anything wrong.”
Your mother tutted, and then scoffed.
“Probably just some no good brats from a few blocks down. Don’t worry about them dear, they are nothing but trouble. They would drag you down just for wanting to help.”
She then rolled up her window and began to pull into the driveway, but you hardly noticed. Your mothers words echoed in your ears as you followed her inside to help woth groceries.
‘They would drag you down just for wanting to help.’
Would they, though?
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Ingo stared hard at the drivers wheel in the driveway at home, heart racing.
You, he didn’t know what to expect when he met you…
And yet…
You were so cute and sweet!
He had wondered if Emmet had exaggerated at all when he talked about you, but given how Emmet seemed so infatuated…
It made Ingo wonder just what was so special about you before.
His brother didn’t talk about you like you were just some flame he wanted to win over, oh no. He talked like he had been in love.
That had been surprising to Ingo.
Both twins had their fair share of partners, but neither had acted like this before.
No doubt Emmet will throw a fit when he finds out Ingo went to see you on his own without taking him, but Ingo had to see you in person. He had to see what kind of a person you were without his brother nearby.
Only the best would be allowed to properly date his baby brother, instead of just being a small flame for fun.
After meeting you, Ingo began to understand. You fit that criteria perfectly.
Ingo now knew why Emmet was so infatuated with you.
You were already cute, that much was certain. You were gorgeous, even.
But Emmet hadn’t been kidding when he said how sweet and kind you were.
How you were so worried for his brother still, who was a stranger to you.. Ingo knew right then and there that Emmet had not been exaggerating one bit. You, someone who didn’t know either of them, truly cared if Emmet was recovering.
You didn’t even care if you were talking to a greaser, you just genuinely cared if a stranger was okay.
Ingo felt his heart skip a beat in that moment. You really were an angel.
When he gave you his number, you didn’t even seem scared, or excited. That last bit may be a surprise, but given him and his brother were leaders of their group, many people wanted to be in their favor.
You just seemed a little hesitant and confused. He decided to take that as a good sign.
Ingo then sighed, pressing his head against the steering wheel once more.
It wasn’t uncommon for him and Emmet to share a partner, they both had similar tastes after all.
But he knew Emmet was already possessive and protective of you. There was a good chance he’d fight about it after he learned of Ingo’s own interest.
“Oh hell…” he mumbled. He couldn’t fight with Emmet. Not yet. Not when he was still healing.
After that?
It was fair game.
Until then, all he had to look forward to was you messaging or calling him.
Ingo’s frown then deepened after he thought about it.
Would you be able to safely?
You had seemed rather spooked when you got a message on your phone, mentioning something about how your mother can’t see him with you. All for his sake, you had said, but he felt there was a lot more to it than that.
Emmet mentioned you had him sneak out a window, that he would most likely have the cops called on him by your parents if they saw him.
Add that with what little tidbit he learned today… he wasn’t liking the picture that was forming in his head.
Were you safe? Were you okay?
Ingo began to also understand what Emmet meant when he would mention he was worried for his Angel.
Ingo gripped the steering wheel.
He had to figure this out, nor would he just let you sip through their fingers. You were a diamond in the rough, he could already tell.
If you didn’t want them? Fine, they could live with that. They could be happy being your friends and protecting you.
But oh, they wanted you. You really were an angel.
One Ingo had decided, they both would do just about anything for.
Now all he had to do was wait for you to call or message him. He’d take this slow, and let you lead. Ingo was sure Emmet was thinking the same thing, even now.
Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he heaved out a sigh.
Until then, he had to go inside, and pray Emmet was still in bed healing.
You would no doubt be incredibly upset if he hurt himself again, after all. Something Ingo proudly used against Emmet when he tried to crawl out of bed.
Ingo grinned, happy to finally have a means of temporarily wrangling in his brother.
Yes, Ingo would enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.
#pokemon#submas#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#submas x reader#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#greaser au#greaser!submas#greaser!ingo#greaser!emmet#pokemon x reader#zed.writes#Our Angel
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OK OK OK
I've been so distracted by Submas recently. They are my favourite train boys, they make my Autism go Brrrr. Lowkey such a simp but recently I’ve fallen down AU rabbit holes. My favourite by far is a Story by @onestepbackwards called Our Angel which is a Greaser!Submas x reader AU.
Firstly if you haven’t yet read what is up currently, DO IT. It is so good, all of their work is, and it low-key has made me feel so much better as I’ve been unwell recently and I’ve even used some of their stuff to calm down from anxiety attacks. I can’t recommend a writer more right now, and please treat yourself and check them out. If you do just remember to be respectful and please don’t bother them too much about writing more, gotta keep respectful boundaries after all :)
Secondly, after reading their story, and then gobbling every other bit of Greaser!Submas I could get my little fingys on, I decided to draw the brothers from the AU in the way I pictured them in my head. These are most likely not accurate at all to how they picture these boys but I was just doing this because ADHD suddenly decided what we were doing for the next hour or so. This took me far longer to finish than I meant so I hope people like this, I had to do the boys justice and I’ve never drawn them in my style before. So here! I was going to get rid of the top bust shots where I was trying to figure out how to draw their hair and make them look different but I left it in cause I kinda like them.
If you’re interested in the Greaser AU, then again check out @onestepbackwards. When going through the #Greaser!Submas I also stumbled upon @r0-boat and @smallestapplin who also have incredible stuff written, I enjoy all of the stuff I’ve read so far from them. I already knew of @yanban-san as I stumbled across them a few months ago and they do a ton more AU!Submas and their art is incredible.
I know from when I use my Laptop to write my longer fics that sometimes the @ play up so I might write the @ again in a comment as those have never gone overly buggy for me, but I don’t know. If you’re one of the cool people I’ve mentioned:
Friends? and yes this is really a demand not a question /j
Your stuff is so cool, so please excuse my fangirling, I just couldn’t not talk about it somewhere.
That's my rant over, night everyone!
#x reader#submas#greaser!submas#greaser!Emmet#greaser!Ingo#greaser!submas x reader#greaser!Emmet x reader#greaser!Ingo x reader#subway master emmet#submas ingo#submas emmet#subway master ingo#ingo and emmet
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brain spat out some bullshit I just HAVE TO SHARE but on anon because I am anxious: what if the twins originally had black or brown hair and color to their eyes but Chandelure sapping lifeforce for so long made that all white or gray/grey? never remember which one is which with those two color names, I know one is the darker one and one is the lighter one, though.
ogh.. love the implication that Emmet let lampent yank part of his soul out so they could still match
#hoof draws#submas#black hair emmet ... feels v weird but also cute#he looks like one of those leather jacket greaser guys
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT
Sex addicted Greaser submas. That's it that's the request. flkjfdksljf
Their sweet, innocent angel of a partner, getting dirty with them? Letting both corrupt them?
It drives them wild.
But there's the catch. Even though both want you every time they see you... You still are stuck with your parents till you are done with college. They hardly get to see you... It drives them up the wall when they don't get to see their angel, let alone touch you as much as they want :(
-Silver Anon
Anything for you👀 I would also like to thank @yanban-san for helping me edit this! They are a life saver!
🔞18+ only! MDNI!🔞
Afab reader they/them given the petname ‘Angel’ and ‘Doll’ also in their twenties. Little mean to Emmet. Reader is with both twins. Womb is said a few times. Cock warming. Dom reader turned sub. Rough sex.
word count : 3,112
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The two knew they were doomed the second you entered their lives, what with how you helped Emmet without a second thought, how caring you were even after the younger twin left your supervision, with a few bandages.
They were smitten.
And made it their goal to make you theirs.
Who knew such a good little thing like you was so addicting? Even after winning your heart, and getting to shower you in kisses wasn’t enough.
They found the taste of your lips addictive.
It’s always a race to see who can get to you first, just to kiss you.
Emmet always plays dirty, just so he can kiss you first. His kisses are always so hot and heavy, quick to slam his lips against yours, and push his tongue into your mouth as he spins you both around.
You’ve never parted from the younger twins lips, without a thin string of saliva connecting you two.
Ingo uses a mix of brute force and speed to get to you first. When he kisses you, he makes it his mission to steal your breath away. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, holding your body against him until you start to squirm, wanting more.
But he leaves you longing for more.
The more you give them, the more they want. But how can they get more when you’re stuck with your parents? Who pay for your college, making you rely on them until you’re finished with it?
It makes their blood boil, until they see you greeting them with a smile.
They made sure the first time you had sex with them was perfect, the two had to fight tooth and nail to be gentle with you, wanting your first coupling with them to special.
But how could they when you feel so good? Look so good drooling all wrecked for them? Begging them for more?
In their eyes you went from a sweet, pure Angel, to a succubus they are willing to give their lives to.
They wanted you more and more and more, until it seemed like you'd taken over their whole attention, their whole life.
But they don’t get to see you often, as you’re often working on your college courses, at campus, or working around your home.
They can’t stop by whenever they want.
Though Ingo can, and that fact makes Emmet livid.
Most of your town believes Ingo is the sweet boy next door type, who is unfortunately related to his wild brother.
None the wiser that they are called the Terror Twins for a reason.
But even then Ingo still has a hard time finding the right time.
Even sneaking into your room doesn’t help much.
Both greasers are addicted to you, your presence, your cunt, and oh, your cries!
Your ears perk up to the sound of your phone vibrating, and even though you know picking it up is dangerous, you just can't help yourself, you know that.
But you do anyway, wanting to see how needy your boys are for you, and you aren’t disappointed.
The first messages is from Ingo.
‘Can I come over? I’ve been missing you.’
‘I won’t distract you from your work, just sit on my cock, please? I’ll behave.’
‘Fuck, I miss you. I miss your taste, miss you crying out for me.’
You rub your thighs together, chuckling at how needy he is.
Another ding catches your attention. Face flushing with color as Ingo sends you a picture, of him holding a pair of your panties to his face, sniffing them as you can see the bulge in his pants, seeing a spot from his leaking cock.
You can see his blushing cheeks, see the drool leaking from his mouth.
Who would’ve thought you’d have such a man wrapped around your finger?
Another different sounding ding alerts you. Checking to see, you can’t help but softly laugh at seeing Emmet’s name pop up.
‘Pleeease, Angel? Let me visit! Let me use you while you work, please!’
You can’t help but love what you’ve done to them, love seeing them so desperate for you, love how they beg you.
‘Let me bend you over your desk, let me fuck you full of my cum.’
‘I won’t be loud! I promise!’
‘Just the thought of fucking you has my cock twitching, pleeeasee?’
Your eyes light up at a video he sends you, of him fisting his cock, whimpering your name.
“C-can’t cum! Wanna, wanna save it for you! Let me fill you! Mark you!”
Watching as he tilts his head back, tongue hanging from his open mouth with a cry. You coo when he stops stroking his dick, listening to him whimpering and seeing his shaft throb.
The video ends, but it leaves your mind racing with thoughts.
Just six more months left of your semester and you can leave, move in with them, and they can have you as much as they want.
But you doubt those two can last that long, especially with how it seems they are edging themselves, just to save all their cum for fucking your pussy full. You send Emmet a message first.
‘I’m sorry you can’t visit, I have much to do and little time. And I know you, you’re so greedy and the second you’re inside me you’d lose control.’
You giggle at the frowns face the younger twin sends you, before texting Ingo.
‘I know you’d behave, but you’d only distract me. I know how you get when you don’t have my attention.’
You shake your head with a smile. Your parents maybe out but you don’t need your neighbors seeing them. You know they love you, they never miss a chance to tell you or show you.
But ever since they had you for the first time, it’s like they've become ravenous beasts, wanting more and barely able to restrain themselves.
You can’t blame them, ever since you had fit their cocks inside you, you can’t help but feel the same way.
But you had things to do if you wanted to move in with them faster.
They know this too, but they can’t help but be greedy for your pussy.
An hour had passed since you last got a message from them, so you thought that was the end of it, as you typed out the final part of your essay.
Until you hear the faint sound of your window opening.
You let out a muted sigh, knowing already who it is, since Ingo works late tonight.
“Emmet.”
Your voice barely a whisper, but firm, though with a hint of exasperation.
He hugs you from behind, whining.
“I’m sorry, I just missed you sooo much!”
You can’t be too mad, leaning against his hold as he showers your cheek and neck with so many kisses.
Emmet lifts you up, sitting down in your chair and placing you on his lap. He nuzzles so sweetly against your neck, pressing you down on his hard on, loving how you feel against him.
Looking down, you sees he’s placed you perfectly on him, his bulge pressing right against your clothed crotch.
Your breathing hics, feeling him grind up into you.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
“Emmet, I have things to finish.”
The greaser whines, burying his face back into your neck.
You love messing with him.
“Tell you what, let me cock warm you, and if you behave, once I’m finished with this essay I’ll let you fuck me, deal?”
He moves quickly, undoing his pants and ripping your panties off. Barely having time to realize he soaked his fingers with his drool to rub your wet heat.
“M-mm!”
“Gotta make sure you’re prepped for me.”
His voice low as he nips at your ear lobe, kissing down to your neck, sucking small marks.
Emmet trembles, feeling just how wet you are sends him reeling. Moaning with you when he pushes a finger into your hole.
You grip the arms of your chair, biting your lip to silence yourself as Emmet pushes another finger in.
His palm grinding against your clit with every move of his fingers. Emmet groans, squirming in the chair, cock already leaking with precum.
“So good! So fucking hot.” You can feel his drool on your shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so- mm!- so needy tonight.”
He can’t argue, he’s been edging himself for so long, just so he can fuck it all into you. Even with just his fingers in you, he can tell he’s close.
Like he might just cum from finger fucking you alone.
He wants more, he wants more and to never stop.
Your slick coating his hand makes it hard to hold still, especially with how you’re trying to muffle your sounds.
“Em, please, you’re gonna make me cum-!”
“Hm? You’re gonna cum? From this? How cute.”
You grab his wrist, yanking his hand away from your dripping pussy. Ignoring his soft, pitiful whimpers.
“Nooo! I wanna make you cum, please? For me?”
He can only pout for a second, until you stroke his dick, coating it in his and your juices.
Emmet tosses his head against your chair, back arching as you grind his cock against your slit.
“Barely done anything and you’re already twitching? Just how deprived are you?”
You tease him, not expecting him to grab your and shove you down onto his throbbing dick.
Quickly, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. Emmet bites down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering back.
You are barely half way on him before he cums, flooding your pussy with his thick, hot spent. Yet that doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into you, leaning you slightly over your desk to fit his cock nice and snug inside your clenching walls.
He’s near tears, finally! Finally he’s inside you! It’s been almost a month since he last had you, and it’s been hell! He couldn’t take much more!
You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling him still pumping cum into you.
Emmet goes to move you, only for you to smack his hands off of you.
“You are gonna sit here and look pretty while I work, that was the deal.”
You wish you could see his face, see how it twists up into the most blissed out expression. He wants to argue, but his mind is left foggy with the pleasure you’re giving him.
He brings his arm up to cover his face, biting into the leather of his jacket. Oh his perfect angel, teasing him! Mocking him! He could cum again. “Now hold still.”
The sound of you typing is all that echoes in your bedroom, aside from his muffled whimpers.
He doesn’t know how much longer he can last! Feeling you clench randomly on him, like you’re trying to milk him. Every shift of your hips has him biting his sleeve, trying to be quiet.
If he moves just a little….
Emmet tenses up, crying out into his arm as the sound of you slapping his thigh echoes.
“I said hold still.”
He moves his arm to breath, chest heaving to gulp down air.
“Again again, please I need more, mmMM! Sooo good!”
He can’t help but beg, to cry for more. He needs to move, needs to fuck you, he can’t live without his angel!
He’s addicted to you, needing all of you, wanting all of you, wanting whatever you’ll give him.
He wants to sob, it’s pure torture! He wants you bouncing on his cock! Yet you’re sitting so pretty on him, feeling so good around him, he just needs more.
The sound of you typing is taunting him, but he can’t move, not unless he wants to upset you. Tossing his head back, he lets out a keening sound.
So mean to him! He loves it.
Oh having his sweet, seemingly innocent darling ordering him around, HIM! He’s so lucky.
All the things you can do it him, or order him to do!
You tends up and bit your lip, trembling at the feeling of Emmet’s cum spurting into you, filling you up again.
“You’re such a needy whore, I swear.”
“Fuck! Yes! M’your whore, just please let me fuck you Darrrling!”
Wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back, once again drooling onto your shoulder.
You can see his quivering smile out of the corner of your eye, his face bright red and eyes lined with tears.
He looks so desperate.
“The more you disturb me, the longer this’ll take, which means the longer you have to wait.”
He looks so hurt when you say that.
“Hnnn please! I’m sorry, I’ll be good, verrry good!”
“I know you will.”
You reach back and rub his cheek, chuckling at how he leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm.
He leans his head against you once you move your hand away. You go over your writing, just to make sure it meets all the requirements for your professor.
Ignoring your lovers soft kisses along your neck, gently nipping at your skin to try and get your attention, but it doesn’t work.
You can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Even after cumming twice, he still wants more.
His hands slowly start move under your sleep shirt, slowly inching towards your chest. You shudder under his calloused hands rubbing your skin, trying to hold still when his thumbs brush against your nipples.
You save your work and send it off, sighing, you can finally pay attention to your very needy boyfriend.
“There, all done.”
Emmet cries out as you grind down, shallowing fucking yourself on him. His hands fly down to your hips, lifting you up and slamming you on your work desk.
You barely had time to cover your mouth, before he’s slamming into you. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in your room, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips. Emmet leans over you, chest pressing against your back as he moans into your shoulder.
“Your cunt feels so good! Haaa! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Grabbing your hips, keeping you still as he fucks himself stupid with your pussy. He buries his teeth into your shoulder, quieting his cries.
You’re no better, squeals muffled by your hand, while the other grabs onto his hand, holding it to ground yourself.
His cock keeps slamming so deep into you, right to your sweet spot. Your mind cloudy with pleasure, while he takes you like a rutting beast.
Emmet can’t stop! His hips moving on their own, you just feel so good! Your cunt trying to milk him, and he’s more than happy to give.
“E-Em! Ooooh! So deep! Ah-!!”
He’s losing him mind, only wanting to fuck you more, pour his cum deep inside you! Your nails dig into his hand as you squeal, throwing your ass back to fuck yourself on his cock as you cum.
His eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him.
“Cumming! M’cumming! Cumming in your greedy pussy!”
You lay your head on your table, whining from his hips barely slowing down, continuing to pump his spent into you.
Both of you unable to hear someone else climbing through your window, until Emmet is yanked away from you and tossed just over your bed.
You yelp as you’re grabbed, and made to sit on the newcomers’ lap, back on your chair.
Cock already out.
You stare in shock, frantically looking back, only to be greeted with Ingo’s furious face.
His frown turned into more of a scowl, and those alabaster eyes glowering with a lust filled rage.
“Like hell I’m letting him get you any longer!”
He shoves you down on his cock, causing you to squeal. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out for more.
The older twin is furious his brother got more time with you, getting to fuck you, when it should’ve been him fucking you! And he intends to make up for lost time.
Your sleep shirt is ripped, leaving your bouncing tits on display, along with with your dripping, stuffed cunt.
The thick head of his cock easily breaching your womb, fucking you so deep, taking you like you’re a toy for his pleasure.
“Fuuck! It’s like you were made for my cock! Could keep you here- ah!- keep you stuffed with my cum.” His pants into your ear, kissing your neck before littering it with his marks.
Your loud cries easily overshadow Emmet’s displeased groan.
Sitting up from the other side of the bed, watching your body being forcibly bounced on a cock that isn’t his.
He wants to be angry, angry from being removed from his favorite spot.
“Fuck! Look at that lewd face!”
But you’re so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and only theirs!
Ingo grits his teeth, putting all his weight and strength into every thrust, brutally fucking your pussy.
“What a filthy Doll we have.”
Your drool drips from your open mouth, down to your chest.
Ingo moves up hand to your chest, groping and pinching your nipples, while his other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit. Moaning just as loud as you.
“Ingooo! S-sensitive! Ooh I’m- I’m gonna-“
A loud squeal rips from your throat, cumming all over Ingo’s dick. He doesn’t stop, still battering your womb with his fat cock.
“C’mon, keep milking my cock! Just like that. What a good little thing-!”
Ingo hides his face in your neck, crying out as he fucks your pussy full of his hot cum, making sure you take all of it.
In your blissed out hazed, you don’t see Emmet moving until he’s in front of you.
Ingo removes his hand from your tit, bringing it back down to your hip to piston your pussy better.
While Emmet shoves his tongue down your throat, greedily licking up all your drool. Your cries and mewls are muted by Emmet’s desperate kissing.
His hands resting on your waist, sliding up to caress your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
Tears pour down your face from your body being so roughly toyed with, but you’re loving it, loving how they keep filling you with their cocks and cum, keeping you full.
How they are so desperate, so needy for you, wanting you and only you! You grip Emmet’s leather jacket, just for something to hold onto.
Trying so hard to cry for more.
After all, you’re addicted to them as much as they are addicted to you.
And you know they won’t be leaving you empty anytime soon.
#smut#spicy#🔞🔞🔞#mdni#pokemon x reader smut#pokemon ingo smut#pokemon emmet x reader smut#pokemon ingo x reader smut#pokemon emmet smut#submas smut#greaser submas#pokemon submas smut#submas x reader smut#x afab reader#afab reader#proshippers dni#besties tag
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Geaser Submas Au headcannons
I hope this will satisfy everyone's craving for more.
General Headcannons
Listen if we're going full 1960 style we have to drop the smartphones y'all where is the dial-up rotary phone number Where is the " I'm very sorry Emmet my dad can only let me talk for an hour "
Talking about Emmet and ingo taking you on dates to drive in movie theaters with a stick shift car.
I'm talking begging your dad to let you get a part-time job as a waiter / waitress in a diner. And one of your Greaser boys just so happens to hang out at that Dinner
Hanging out with your fellow College fancy friend group only for them to be talking shit about your greaser boys and you none of it and tell them to shut the hell up .
Oh your boys love it when your prim and proper self gets rowdy and dirty~
Listen to me right now you three and you know who you are, don't talk to me about Greaser ingo and Emmet without telling me what tattoos they have/nm (ily guys)
Greaser! Ingo
This man acts like an angel to everybody else around him except for his Greaser friend group.
He looks scary and he acts the part to get his way but in reality he's honestly a sweetheart
Ingo has Chandelure flame tattoo somewhere where he can easily cover it up (like his leg)Or an nice dragon Haxorus tattoo on his back
Listen to hear me out I hate smoking In real life but I am nothing but a whore for Greaser ingo that has a toothpick in his mouth and it's occasionally smokes a cigarette. Don't worry he's trying to quit for you okay 😫
Greaser!Emmet
He doesn't give two fucks if your parents don't approve of your relationship are you into a hot kiss and flick them off while he takes you away. He doesn't give a fuck who thinks what is acceptable. Let him be with his Doll and he will be happy. He will continue to speak his mind always.
He has a Galvantula tattoo on his chest and maybe a full sleeve of either Eelektross or archeops.
He scaled the wall of your house just sit on the windowsill talk to you
Ok my thirst still stands for and it's about smoking. Lung cancer is bad folks but oh God what a bad boy. I'm looking respectfully at a safe distance.
....*sigh*....
Fellow bisexual and pansexual I'm disappointed/j
Where is Greaser! Elesa?!
Elesa
Her parents are extremely wealthy but that doesn't mean she can't be a greaser too. And oh my God she rocks that leather jacket.
Let her wear black lipstick let her wear boot heels!
Let her ultimate wingman for the brothers to get you.
Have her spend a platinum credit card to have you dress up as a greaser and let the twins jaw drop when they see you
;) smut below
Nsfw
Lightning round! names will be bolded
Ingo even as a bad boy greaser never loses his romantic touch. He will turn on the radio to some nice songs before pulling you into a hot make-out session hopefully things will lead to even more ;)
Emmet taking me to a Cliffside Lookout Point just to have you suck him off in the car. Do you hide you under a blanket when a cop shows up to check up on him all the while your mouth is still around his cock. Of course the cop doesn't suspect a thing On the drive home he feels like a million bucks while you're contemplating on how you're going to look your dad in the eyes after that.
Ingo and Emmet has talked about sharing you before and they love teasing you about it
Emmet taking you to a drive in theater you're confused of why he's parking all the way in the back
Hhh tattoo on arm nice to look at when being fingered👀👀👀.
Maybe Emmet will get to ruin that pretty makeup and nice outfit you're wearing ;)
People don't approve of you being a relationship with ingo and Emmet? If not then why do you feel so good huh huh if two boyfriends bad, why is it twice the fun when you hang out at a bowling alley together.
#smut#ingo.thirst#emmet.thirst#pokemon ingo x reader#pokemon emmet x reader#pokemon elesa.thirst#submas#greaser!submas
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Our Angel Pt. 2
Hello! Here’s part 2 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!
I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Emmet wakes up, and you are quite relieved. Though the man you saved seems insistent on calling you Angel, even when he was more clear of mind than when you found him. Meanwhile, Emmet fears Ingo’s reaction for when he gets home…
CW: Minor injury mention and description, mentions of getting jumped.
Word Count: 4386 Words!
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Everything hurt.
That was the first thing that ran through Emmet’s head as he began to wake up.
His muscles throbbed, his head ached, even his ribs seemed to scream in agony with every breath he took.
What had happened?
With a groan, he forced his eyes to open. At the sound of his voice, he felt a weight on his chest shift.
He blinked, and as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, he noticed his Galvantula worryingly clicking at him on his chest.
“Hey girl…” he rasped out, and shakily reached up to pet her. He winced as his muscles resisted him, but he still gently put a hand on her head, scritching her fur. She happily leaned into the touch, clicking contently.
“What happened…?” He asked, his mind struggling to catch up.
As he pet his beloved pokemon, his eyes caught his arm, noticing it was bare.
A hand flew to his chest, and he gasped when it landed on a bandaged wound.
“What…?”
Suddenly it hit him.
The alleys. The ambush. He was attacked, his Pokemon barely able to escape her ball after he was taken to the ground, injured-
He had been attacked by some sort of rival gang. His head was still foggy on the details. Which gang had attacked him? He struggled to remember…
No matter, it was one of the ones he had pissed off, no doubt. He could narrow it down later.
First he had to figure out what happened to after he had been jumped.
All he really remembered was the surprise, and the pain, before throwing his own fists.
Even if he was taken by surprise, he knows he landed some crucial blows. It was one of the reasons when his pokemon escaped her ball to help, they turned tail and ran.
But after that… he couldn’t move, it hurt too much.
However… a voice. A voice, and a face.
A beautiful face.
Quickly, he sat up, and immediately regretted it, hissing in pain, and gripping his side.
Breathing deep to ground himself, he looked around, and his face scrunched up in minor confusion.
The room was dimly lit, and he was barely able to make out a shower curtain.
“A tub…?”
He was in a bathtub? A bathroom?
He had several blankets and pillows in the tub, so he wasn’t left abandoned. His wounds were also seemingly wrapped and patched up.
Another memory came back to him. Arriving at a house…
And then you.
He remembered. Just barely, but you.
His guardian angel.
You found him, and took him back here, and apparently patched him up.
…And he fell into your tub.
But oh, you were so worried. Worried about him! A stranger!
Yes, Emmet thought. You were his guardian angel. You had to be.
No one had ever helped him before like this, besides his family and gang. You were a complete stranger.
In fact, you had to know he was a greaser, or a gang member of some sort. The jacket was a dead giveaway.
Most people would have left him there, like trash. ‘It’s what you get as a troublemaker,’ they’d say.
They’d have no desire to get dragged into whatever messy conflict he was no doubt a part of.
But you did.
You helped him, regardless of the consequences. He could be dangerous, for all you knew, and you still helped him.
…Well, he was dangerous, but not to random innocent strangers.
But you wouldn’t have known that, yet you still took that risk, out of the kindness of your heart.
He didn’t even remember your name, but he did know one thing.
Emmet was already in love with you. He had to make you his.
Goal set in mind, he slowly began to make his way out of the bathtub you had placed him in.
His heart pounded in his chest as blankets fell off him. Even in the tub, you at least wanted him to be comfortable, when you easily could have left him there with nothing, or just a pillow.
You were a stranger, but you were so caring to him. So considerate.
His angel was perfect, he could already tell.
He had to thank you. Had to find a way to properly thank you and make it up to you.
If you had not found him, he very well could have died. He owed you his life. He’d give you anything you’d ask for.
Carefully, Emmet pulled himself out of the tub, his Galvantula skittering on the floor next to him.
The bathroom wasn’t too big, but perfect for a single person.
Another thing he noticed was a night light plugged into the wall, and next to it on the counter, a sticky note with a bottle next to it. His eyes took a moment to adjust, but after a few seconds, he was able to make it out in the dim light.
‘Here are some pain meds for you when you wake up! And some water too!’
In an instant, his face melted into a dopey smile, and he held the sticky note close.
You cared so much for him! A stranger! Even making sure to give him painkillers for when he wakes up!
Oh, you were a keeper.
He carefully folds the note, and places it into his pocket, as if it were a treasure.
Then he grabbed the bottle of meds, and grabbed a few. He quickly took them, and swallowed them with the help of the bottle of water nearby.
Though he didn’t realize how thirsty he was… by the time he finished, he had drunk the whole bottle. His mouth had been so dry…
Emmet then got a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and winced.
He looked like he crawled right out of hell. He should count his lucky stars he probably* didn’t break anything.
No wonder he felt like shit though.
The greaser no doubt would have to cash in some favors to help finish patching you what you couldn’t finish.
That was fine though. You did a pretty decent job for a patch up in a bathroom.
Another reason he liked you. You did well with what you had.
If only he hadn’t been so out of it when you patched him up… Emmet could imagine flirting with you while you took care of his minor injuries, scolding him to be more careful.
He let out a dreamy sigh, and turned to the door, which was cracked open.
Quietly, he peeked through, and saw you at a desk, doing some sort of work.
You were just as gorgeous as he remembered.
Even though you seemed distracted, you were so beautiful. You took his breath away.
How did he get so lucky? A terror like him?
Slowly, he pulled the door open, and your head shot in his direction. He wasn’t prepared for the relieved look you gave him.
“Oh thank the stars you’re okay! I was beginning to worry!”
His heart was melting.
You looked over him, all while he gave you a love sick smile. His angel really was perfect.
“How are the wounds? Are you feeling okay?” You asked, trying not to sound frantic.
“I am Emmet, and I am fine, all thanks to you, Angel.”
The nickname slides off his tongue easily, and he enjoys how flustered you get from the nickname. Your face goes red, and you seem a bit taken off guard.
“Ah, you still remember that name I see.”
He held back from laughing.
“Of course! How could I forget my guardian angel?”
You shook your head, and waved your hands in front of you.
“N-No! I’m not-“
Emmet gently reached forward, and grabbed your chin, causing you to stop before you could really speak. He gave you a sweet smile.
“You saved my life. To me, you are my angel.”
Your face turned redder than a berry.
It was cute.
“I…”
He then ran his thumb over your lips, and you found yourself frozen.
His eyes really were beautiful.
“You still must have hit your head too hard…” you mumble, eyes looking away. Emmet felt his smile turn into a smirk.
“Say what you want. You are still my angel.”
He was awfully insistent, wasn't he?
The greaser began to lean in, keeping eye contact with you. You were mesmerized at first, though once your mind caught up, you lightly flinched back.
Emmet pouted, but stepped back. He wouldn’t force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with.
There would be plenty of time to try and woo you in the future, too.
You awkwardly cleared your throat, and walked to the closet behind you across the room. Pulling it open, you dug through it for a few moments, before letting out a cute ‘aha!’
Stepping back, you turned around, and pulled out his jacket and shirt, both clean, and surprisingly free of stains.
You shuffled over, and Emmet could only watch in wonder as you handed him his clothes.
“I had these cleaned for you. I’m sorry about the shirt though, the tears were too big to stitch together…” you said apologetically as he took the clothes.
But he barely heard you, in awe of the fact you cleaned his stuff for him. His jacket hadn’t been this* clean in months!
“This is amazing, Angel!”
You blinked.
“Huh?”
Confusion was written on your face, clear you didn’t get what he meant.
“You did a verrry amazing job, yup!” He praised, and quickly pulled you into a hug, causing you to squeak.
Hearing that, Emmet quickly let you go, a bashful smile on his face.
“Thank you, Angel. I appreciate this.” He spoke, softly thanking you.
You were blushing again.
“I-It was no issue! I’m just glad I could help.”
Quickly, Emmet threw the shirt over his head, and slipped his jacket on after.
It smelled like you. It took all his will power not to do something weird, like sniff his jacket in front of you.
There would be plenty of time for that later when he got home-
Emmet’s eyes widened.
Home. Ingo.
Quickly, Emmet patted down his pockets, and found his phone in his back one in his pants.
Pulling it out and turning it on, Emmet winced, and ran a hand through his hair.
37 missed calls, and 62 unread messages.
Oh, the assholes who jumped him may not have killed him, but Ingo was totally going to instead.
“Angel?” He asked, his voice quiet.
You had been quiet, watching him up until this point.
“Yes?”
“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, nerves creeping up his throat as he scrolled through the massive wall of notifications.
Thinking for a moment, you answered.
“Almost two days since we got here?” You answered, a bit unsure.
Emmet held back from cursing. No wonder Ingo was freaking out.
Emmet may be the reckless one, but he always told Ingo he was okay if his twin started to worry, even if they were fighting.
Yup! He was so dead when he got home later.
…That also explained why he was so hungry and thirsty.
“Um… are you okay?” You asked quietly, a cute worried look on your face. Emmet quickly smiled. He didn’t need you worrying about him.
“Nothing for you to worry your cute head over.” He assured you, putting a hand on your head and rubbing it affectionately. Before you could pull away, he pulled his hand back.
“I should go. I need to get home.” He spoke, and slipped his phone into his pocket, and began walking to your door.
As his hand wrapped around the knob, he almost jumped when your hands tightly gripped his arm.
His Galvantula, who had scuttled into the room, clicked curiously.
“Wait, you- you can’t go that way.” You spoke, your tone suddenly harsh and serious. Emmet was surprised by the change.
You seemed so meek and soft spoken, but now? You looked almost afraid.
His posture changed. What was frightening you?
“…Why?”
Your eyes flickered to the door, and the room was silent. Silent for everything except the sound of a tv downstairs, and the sound of footsteps somewhere else in the house.
Eyes glancing back at him, he felt the urge to hold you close. You were worried. Anxious. Scared…. About something.
“My… My parents don’t know you’re here…” you answered quietly.
Ah.
He felt a little bit of pride swell in his chest. Not only did you save his life and bring him here, but hid him from your parents? You may look soft and meek, but you were something else. There was definitely more to you than meets the eye.
A perfect angel for him, indeed.
You shook your head.
“If they… if they find out I snuck you here and didn’t tell them, especially a greaser… not to mention a boy… They’ll kill you, have you arrested.” You explained.
Emmet nearly flinched. Arrested? When you snuck him in? Healed his wounds? Someone who was injured?
He was beginning to get a feeling your parents were way more than just your typical ‘overprotective’ type.
That seemed extreme.
“And… they… they won’t… they won’t forgive me… I’ll never get to leave…” you spoke softly, looking away from him, your grip on his jacket loosening.
Oh. He was not liking what that implied.
Gently, you let go of his arm.
“Um… it’s evening. If you are willing to wait, we can sneak you out in the dead of night, when everyone is asleep. I can sneak you some food-“ you nervously offered, though went silent when Emmet held up a hand.
“I cannot stay. It’s important I get home.” He told you. If he kept Ingo waiting any longer, he knew he’d be in for it. Especially if his brother found out he decided to stay at his savior’s house after waking up.
He’d probably think Emmet was stabbing him in the back for a piece of ass. That was not true.
You were more than that. So much more. He’d want nothing more than to stay longer, but he couldn’t.
Emmet cared for his brother, and didn't want him worrying any more than he was.
He could call, but his phone was low on battery. It’d probably die mid explanation, worrying Ingo more.
Emmet also didn’t want you to see Ingo yell at him. You’d be able to hear everything, even if Ingo wasn’t on speaker.
This was all personal, no need to have you worry about him more.
It would also be easier to explain if he was in person, so Ingo could see his injuries, and not think he was making shit up.
Plus, he didn’t want you getting the wrong impression of his twin brother.
Ingo may be loud, scary, and intimidating at first glance, but he was just a big softie. A big softie who cared a lot about family, and got worried about him verrry easily.
Not a surprise with how much trouble Emmet constantly found himself in. Even though his twin was no saint either, Emmet was more well known to find trouble.
Emme glanced around your room for a moment, and saw your window near the opposite wall.
“What about that window? I’ll crawl through it.” He said, gesturing to said window with a tilt of his head.
You shook your head in response.
“We’re on the second story. I don’t want you jumping with those injuries.” You said, your concern evident on your face.
He may have said he felt fine, but how could you be so sure? Especially since you saw the wounds first hand.
Emmet reached out, and cupped your face.
“Silly Angel, who said anything about jumping?” He asked, giving you a wink.
“…Huh?”
A few moments later, he had successfully pried your window open, and his Galvantula hopped onto the window still with a happy click.
“Um…”
“Don’t sweat it, Angel! Galvantula is stronger than she looks. She’ll lower me down with some webbing, and crawl down the wall after me.”
You weren’t too sure about this, but you were no expert on pokemon. Were you really one to argue with a guy who had them presumably his whole life?
“Will… Will you be okay?” You asked a bit more quietly this time, still worried for the strange greaser. He was still injured, and you didn’t want him hurting himself even further scaling a wall.
He gave you a dazzling smile, and started to climb through the window.
“I am Emmet, and I will be fine! I have done worse with worse injuries!”
Somehow that both did and did not reassure you. Just how often did he get hurt for this to not be a problem?
Carefully, his Galvantula began to weave a string of webbing, and Emmet grabbed it with ease.
Slowly, he began to walk down the side of your wall, his pokemon producing enough webbing to act as a rope as he moved.
You were kinda impressed and amazed. Pokemon were so incredible!
Eventually, he reached the ground, and dropped the remaining way, wincing as he did so.
His pokemon rolled her web back up, and… ate it? You weren’t sure, but you assumed it was saving it for later.
The Galvantula turned to you, and waved its tiny… arms? It waved at you, looking at you expectantly.
Curiously, your hand carefully reached over, and hesitantly landed in the spider’s head. The pokemon let out a happy set of clicks, leaning into the pet.
It was kinda cute.
You let go after a moment, and with another set of clicks, the pokemon turned around, and began to crawl down the side of the wall.
When she reached the bottom, she jumped onto her owner’s shoulders.
Leaning out of your window, you looked down at the strange, smiling man.
“Bye, Angel! I’ll see you again soon!”
You weren’t so sure about that. Chances of you bumping into him again were pretty slim.
Though it was nice to think about. He was a little odd, and you think* he was flirting with you, but he seemed fairly kind despite it all.
With a final wave, he turned around, and marched off down your street. You were kinda surprised. He walked as if he had no injuries.
If you hadn’t seen his injuries yourself, you would’ve never guessed he was injured in the first place from behind.
You couldn’t help but watch him walk away, watching until he was finally out of your sight.
With a deep sigh, you leaned back into your bedroom, and shut the window.
He had been nice. You hoped you would see him again, but you knew it probably wouldn’t happen.
At least you’d have a fun story to tell in the future, once you were finally free from your parent’s iron grasp over your life.
It was a fun adventure while it lasted. You were happy you were able to help.
Quietly, you walked back over to your desk, and returned to your notes.
Back to studying for you.
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Emmet walked with a spring in his step, ignoring how his wounds screamed in pain at him for doing so.
He just couldn’t help it! Despite the beating he had, he couldn’t hide his happiness.
Getting ambushed had been a blessing in disguise! If he hadn’t gotten jumped in that alley, he never would have met you! His own angel!
Even Galvantula liked you! She didn’t like anyone* but himself and his family!
He knew you had to be the one, especially if his pokemon liked you. She didn’t even like his past partners! But she likes you!
It was impossible to tear the grin from his face. Even as his stomach ached, and body hurt, he was too happy to care.
It took a bit of a walk to make it back to his home, but he persevered. His spirits were too high to let a long walk deter him.
Though when he was actually in front of his home he shared with his brother, he couldn’t help but feel his mood falter just a little. No doubt Ingo was waiting inside to throttle him.
Emmet took a deep breath before pushing open the house.
Immediately he heard some dishes clank from the kitchen, as if they were being dropped, and footsteps running in his direction.
Ingo quickly spun around the corner, gripping it with a hand to steady himself.
He took Emmet in, noticing the very painful looking black eye, and bruises on his face.
Slowly, Ingo walked over to Emmet, his voice dangerously low and even.
“What. Happened.” He asked, his steely gray eyes trained on Emmet.
Emmet sighed.
“I was jumped in an alley by 5th street and main. Around 5 of ‘em waiting for me behind dumpsters and a corner.”
Ingo straightened up, nodding at his brother.
“Go on.”
“They took me by surprise, but I managed to get a few good hits in. I was outnumbered though, so I did not last as long as I could have. It was not until Galvantula broke free from her ball that they backed off. I was on the floor at that point. Everything is kind of fuzzy.”
Ingo stepped over, and grabbed Emmet’s face, and began looking him over.
“How did you get patched up? Did you call someone? It sounds like you were out of it if you can’t remember much.”
Ingo’s voice was unnaturally quiet. He was pissed, though Emmet could at least take relief in knowing it wasn’t completely at him.
Emmet’s face went from serious, to lovey-dovey in a second.
“My guardian angel saved me.”
Ingo’s hands dropped to his side.
“Your what?”
Emmet slid his jacket off, and quickly pulled the shirt off of him as well, letting Ingo see the different patched up wounds.
Ingo sucked in a breath, clearly taken aback by the bruises and patched up places.
“My Angel found me in the alley, and took me to their home. Me! A complete stranger! Bleeding out in an alley!”
Ingo looked even more taken aback, a lot of his cold fury replaced by pure confusion.
“A stranger saw you bleeding out in an alley, and * took you to their house? Do you realize just how dangerous-“ Ingo began, only for Emmet to slide past, cutting him off as he walked towards his room.
“They snuck me into their home, and patched me up, all by themselves! Though I passed out for about two days.”
Ingo cut him off this time, using his arm to block him off.
“Wait, wait wait wait- they snuck you into their house, and you slept there for the past few days? That’s it? And you snuck out, I assume?” He asked.
Emmet hummed, and Galvantula clicked.
“Yup yup! Their parents are verrry strict. I don’t like it. They seem… bad, from what little I gathered.”
Ingo pinched the bridge of his nose.
“So, a stranger found you in an alley-“
“Yup!”
“Took you to their house and snuck you inside, presumably while you are still critically injured-“
“Yes!”
“And they patched you up, and you passed out there for several days, and that’s where you have been?”
“Mhm!”
Ingo let out a sigh, and ran a hand down his face.
“And you just woke up, and walked here? Why didn’t you just call me?”
Emmet moved around Ingo, and pushed into his room, tossing his jacket and shirt onto the bed before heading to his closet. He pulled out a first aid kit, and Ingo walked over and took it from him with practiced ease.
Emmet then took out his now dead phone, and showed it to Ingo.
“It was almost dead when I woke up.”
Ingo balled his hand into a fist, before relaxing it.
Emmet would admit, he was surprised by the lack of yelling.
But he supposed finding out Emmet had been critically injured, and unconscious for these past few days made him give some leeway.
Ingo carefully looked over Emmet’s wounds, checking over them. He seemed impressed with how clean they were.
“Who was this person that saved you, anyway?”
Emmet sighed wistfully, and began to describe you, and just how beautiful you were. How kind you were. How you didn’t care he was possibly some trouble maker.
“Even Galvantula likes them! She doesn’t like anyone!”
Ingo listened, slightly surprised with how much Emmet had to say. It was as if his twin couldn’t stop talking about you.
And the comment about his pokemon caught his interest. It was true, their pokemon were fairly picky with who they liked.
Whoever you were, Ingo could tell you were different than any other old flame Ingo or Emmet have ever had. Something that he couldn’t help but be curious about.
As Emmet droned on, Ingo made a mental note to himself.
It seems he would have to pay his brother’s Guardian Angel a visit. You saved his twin’s life.
He had to thank his brother’s savior after all.
Though Ingo couldn't help but be curious over what you were like. Ingo and Emmet had similar tastes in partners, so he couldn’t help but wonder if he would be as lovestruck by you as well. Or was Emmet just lovesick because you saved him?
Regardless, he had other reasons to see you, even if he found he didn’t like you personally.
Ingo owed you. The whole gang owed you. If it was as bad as he thought, there was a good chance Emmet might not have survived the night if his wounds weren’t treated.
It gets cold in Nimbasa City at night this time of year, after all. His wounds probably would have gotten infected, and the cold would have made it worse. His twin could have been too weak to survive that night if you had not found him.
So he had to find a way to properly thank you.
…After he dealt with the assholes who dared to attack his brother, of course.
Ingo was going to have a busy week, it seemed.
He was brought out of his thoughts however, when Emmet let out a cry, causing Ingo to freeze.
“Emmet! What is-“
“I didn’t get their number!”
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Our Angel
Hello! Welcome to part 1 of my new fic series, featuring Greaser Submas!
No need to worry! I'm still working on Beemas and Love That Bites! This was just something I've been wanting to write for a while. I'm still in love with the Greaser au... And had actually planned to write this waaaay before beemas, but the beemas brainrot hit hard haha.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! （*＾-＾*）
Summary: Walking home one day from college, you hear something strange in the nearby alleyway. Morbidly curious, you decide to venture off from your normal trek home, and come across a guy badly injured. Throwing caution to the wind, you decide to take him home to recover his injuries, unaware how drastically your life is about to change...
CW: Brief description of injuries, injured Emmet, mentions of unhealthy family relationships, minor anxiety
Word Count: 5094 words!
Next: Here
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From the moment you woke up today, you had a feeling it would be different than normal.
You woke up, got ready for your college classes, ate breakfast, just like normal. Your father had even been kind enough to even drive you to campus for once, since you were up a little earlier than usual.
Classes had been almost painfully average. Most of it was just a review for some tests for Friday. As thankful as you were for the chance to study a bit more, you wish you could have just left to study at home.
Still, you dutifully took your notes (again), and left classes as early as possible. If you stayed any longer, you risked one of your classmates cornering you again, asking you to lunch. As much as your parents liked the man, you had no desire to hang out with him. He made you uncomfortable, and you knew you would be miserable if you agreed to go out.
Walking down the street, with your books in your arms, you held back the urge to sigh. The day had been painfully boring so far after all. Wake up, go to school, walk home… Now all you have to do is get home, eat dinner, study, and go to bed.
The perfect ‘good girl’ your parents had always wanted. You blew a tuft of hair out of your face, though turned your head when you heard the sound of laughing.
Over across the street was a park. It was average compared to Nimbasa’s amusement park, but it was a quaint little place. In the park, you could see a group of people having a pokemon battle. Your heart tugged at the sight, and you couldn’t help but be a little envious.
‘No pokemon allowed in our house!’ Your mother’s voice echoed in your head, a rule your parents kept, even as you were an adult.
Your head dipped low as you looked away. It would do no good to dwell on things you could not have.
Besides, all you had to do was finish college, and you would be free.
You couldn’t wait for that day. Until then, you would abide by the strict rules your parents gave you.
Even if you wished for more, at times.
Shaking your head, you continued onwards back home. You still had a bit of a walk, after all. It was best if you got home before too long so you could study some more. If anything, you would be prepared for Friday, and it would keep your parents placated.
Though you were beginning to get incredibly tired of studying almost every evening.
It wasn’t a rule per say, but if your parents didn’t like the place you wanted to go to, they’d heavily guilt trip you into staying, or make up some excuse saying they needed your help with something.
It was better not to push it. It only happened a few times, but they would hold your college over your head if you persisted.
‘We let you live here for free, and pay for your college classes. You agreed to follow our rules. You are not to go out tonight, or we’ll consider that you are going back on our deal.’
It left a bitter taste in your mouth.
You continued on your way, though your pace was noticeably slower than before.
As you got lost in your thoughts on your way home, you tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your heart.
However, you nearly missed what sounded like a clank in an alley you were passing. It brought you out of your musings, and you paused for a moment.
You stared into the alley way. It was a long one, one that had a crossroad down the middle. You could have sworn you had heard something.
Just as you shrugged and took a step to move on, you heard it again.
Clink!
You looked around you, to see if anyone had heard it, but no one walking down the streets seemed to care, all wrapped up in their own business.
Before you could consider just moving along again, you heard it once more.
Clink! Clink!
Right after you heard the strange sound again, you tilted your head when you swore you heard a groan.
It could be anything, you were sure. In fact, it was more than likely just a pokemon searching for food in the trash. Or it could even be someone who works in the stores on this street, restocking, or taking a break, or something.
Something easily explainable, no need to go check out a dark alley just for curiosity’s sake.
Though as you nearly decided to leave, you heard the same groan once more, followed by a very weak sounding cough.
Biting your lip, you debated with yourself. Going into an alley like this without a pokemon was just asking for trouble, but…
You couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. Like something wasn’t right.
Slowly, you took a step forward into the alley, feeling tense and nervous. You were ready to bolt at any second, should anything go wrong.
Your books were tightly held in your arms as you made your way towards the corner. If you were being honest with yourself, you were almost frightened by what you may find. And yet… The idea excited you. You couldn’t recall the last time your heart pounded like this.
As you came to the corner, you slowed to a stop, freezing when you heard another ‘clink!’ like noise.
It was now or never. Surely it was nothing, and you’ll get to ease your worries, and say you had a fun mini adventure on an average boring day.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly peered around the corner, and stepped back in shock.
On the ground was a man, with very obvious injuries. Even though he was a bit away from you, you could tell he had several bruises, and must be bleeding from somewhere, if the little pool of dried blood under him was any indication.
He was wearing leather, and had what you assumed was white hair, but it was hard to tell from all the blood in it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost looked like those greaser guys you heard about around campus…
You nearly jumped when you heard another clink. Your eyes snapped a bit to the left, and your eyes widened.
A Galvantula was by a trash can, hitting it with its front legs.
Was that his pokemon?
Just as you thought that, the spider pokemon saw you peering, and let out a little squeak. The pokemon then carefully scuttled towards you, but kept its distance. You noticed it stayed between you and the man on the ground, but didn’t seem aggressive.
Taking a step forward, you pointed to the man, hands shaking.
“M-May I check on him? Make sure he’s okay?” You asked, feeling a little silly, but nervous. You heard most pokemon could understand human speech, but you didn’t know for sure. The last thing you wanted was for the poor thing to attack you, thinking you were going to do more damage.
However, after asking, you nearly jumped back in surprise when the spider pokemon squeaked, and scuttled over to you. It gently tugged at your pants, tugging you forward.
Briefly, you wondered if perhaps the pokemon was making those noises earlier to draw someone’s attention…
You didn’t have time to think about it, with the pokemon now pushing you forward.
“W-Woah! Easy!” You said, nearly tripping over your feet. The Galvantula tapped its legs against the ground anxiously, but refrained from pushing you again.
Lowering yourself to the ground, you gently sat your books to the side, and looked over the man.
He was on his stomach, and slightly curled in on himself. He must have been taking quite a beating.
Gently, you poked him on the shoulder. He let out a groan.
“Okay… good news, he isn’t dead…” you mumbled. But he didn’t look good. He almost curled in further on himself, and was shaking with each breath he took.
You debated on what to do, before shaking your head. Glancing over at the spider, you showed it your hands.
“I’m going to try and flip him over, and see his injuries, okay?” You told it, and it seemed to nod at you. Pleased you got the pokemon’s permission, you gently grabbed the man’s shoulder that was farthest from you, and rolled him over.
The whole time, your heart was back to thudding in your chest. You were nervous, and a bit anxious over what you might see.
The man let out a moan of pain at the action, but didn’t resist you. Though you gasped when you saw a little bit of his wounds and face.
He had a swelling black eye, and a gnarly cut on his head. He also had a bruise on his chin, and a busted lip.
His white shirt was covered in blood, that especially had you worried.
Carefully, you lifted his shirt, and were surprised at the lack of open wounds. There were a few, but it was mostly bruises, and the open wounds weren’t heavily bleeding.
“Is this blood not all his own?” You mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together as you thought out loud
Taking another look at his jacket, you grimaced at the blood outside of it.
Well, this guy certainly didn’t go out without a fight.
Shaking your head, you slipped your backpack off, and reached inside. You had some tissues you could use to clean him up a little. You even had some band aids you could use on the smaller wounds.
Grabbing a water bottle with your tissues, you slowly began to clean up his face. He almost seemed to relax when the damp kleenex dabbled across his skin.
After a few moments, you reached to grab a new tissue, and when you looked back, you jumped.
The guy was awake, staring right at you.
Despite the condition he was in, you were taken aback by his silver eyes. They were beautiful…
You were frozen, and couldn’t look away.
Though when he spoke, it seemed to pull you from your trance.
“Am I in heaven?” He asked, his tone flat. You shook your head, giving a small smile to try and reassure him.
“No silly, you’re still-“
“-Because I must be looking at an angel.” He finished, cutting you off. His blank face then morphed into a dopey-lovey looking one with a wide smile. Your jaw dropped, and you felt your face growing hot.
“N-No! I’m no angel. I’m glad you are awake though, I should probably dial an ambulance-“ you spoke, and nearly squeaked when his arm shot out, grabbing your wrist.
He coughed a bit before speaking.
“No hospitals…!” He coughed again, wincing in pain, “Ingo will kill me if I end up in one again.”
You had no idea who ‘Ingo’ was, but given he was probably a greaser, he’d probably have a lot of trouble headed his way for ending up in one.
“Okay, I won’t call a hospital then…” you told him, a bit uncertain with yourself. He really needed professional medical attention, not just tissues and a bottle of water.
His smile returned though, and you felt your face flush as he watched you.
You thought for a moment, and let out a shaky sigh. You didn’t really have anyone you could call, but you didn’t want to leave him here, or upset him by calling an ambulance anyway.
What could you do?
Suddenly, a stray thought crept up in the back of your mind.
‘Your parents are out late tonight, both on a date… You could take him home… It’s not far…’
Biting your lip, you wondered if that would be truly wise, bringing an injured stranger into your home...
But when you looked down at him, and saw his wounds, how some were still bleeding, you made a decision. You just hoped it wouldn’t come back and bite you.
With your decision made, you quickly put your books away in your bag, and slung it over your shoulder, before reaching for the injured man beneath you.
“Come here.” You whispered, and gently began tugging him upward. He didn’t resist you, but he did look a bit confused.
“Angel?” He asked you, and you ignored the nickname. This was important. You could be flustered later.
“If you won’t let me dial an ambulance, I need to take you home so I can patch you up. It’s not far from here, and we can take the back alleys.” You quietly explained as you helped him to his feet, and wrapped an arm over your shoulders to steady him.
He stumbled a bit as he struggled to find his balance, but he eventually found it after leaning on you for a moment. However, you could tell moving put him in a lot of pain.
“Okay, Angel.” He slurred, his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep himself together. You couldn’t help but give him a worried look. This poor guy…
Before you got to walking, you looked at his Galvantula, who seemed curious, but ready to follow wherever you led them.
“I’m taking him to my house, would you please help keep an eye out on our way there? These alleyways are not very safe…” You explained. The little spider gave you a nod, followed by a chirp. You assumed that meant they understood.
It definitely made you feel a little bit better at least. You wouldn’t be defenseless if you both were jumped.
Carefully, you began to walk. It was slow, but the man was thankfully able to keep a pace without too much difficulty. You decided to take that as a good sign, though you hated making him walk in the first place.
Though every so often, he would talk, his words occasionally slurring.
“You’re verrry pretty, Angel.”
“I must be incrrredibly lucky, I have my own guardian Angel.”
“Hng… Ingo is going to be so jealous… When I tell him…”
You decided he must have hit his head too hard. No doubt he must have had a concussion, with all the silly things he was saying.
Though that didn’t exactly help your anxieties about the man’s health.
Still, despite the rough condition he was in, he was able to make most of the walk to your house without much trouble. He only had to stop a few times, but otherwise, was able to keep up.
You thanked whatever deity was watching over you that the remaining walk home had been a short one. Especially since it was still daylight, and you had been worried about someone seeing the man, and asking you about it.
Thankfully, even as you escorted him past the main parts of the city into your neighborhood, no one saw you carry him towards the suburban alley way. If they did, no one said a word.
Finally, you approached the gate to your backyard, incredibly thankful that your father had not yet bought a lock for it. It was a small struggle, getting the old gate open, but you managed.
Carrying the man through your backyard, you carefully maneuvered him to your back door. Though you mentally cursed, realizing the door was locked.
“Here, lean against this.” you said, gently having him lean against the wall near the door.
“M’kay, Angel…” He mumbled, doing as you asked. You tried not to fret over how quiet he had gotten, compared to how he was mumbling earlier.
Quickly, you scrambled for the spare key, ignoring how shaky your hands had gotten. Once you found it, you made quick work of the lock, and pushed the door open. You hid the key once more, and once again had the man lean on you to walk.
Once inside your house, you made your way through the home, before making it to the stairs. It was a bit of a struggle, but slowly, you managed to get the injured man to the second floor, and to your bedroom.
Carefully, you led him to your bathroom. You especially thanked any god listening that your parents let you have a room with a bathroom, or this would be so much more difficult.
As if you were carrying glass, you gently sat him down on the closed toilet, and took a moment to catch your breath. The man easily sat down, also happy to relax for a moment. All the while, his cute Galvantula jumped up onto the bathroom counter to observe.
“Here. Rest here, and I’ll do my best to patch you up. I have a first aid kit here.” you softly told him, hoping he was able to somewhat comprehend your words.
His head lifted up a bit, and he gave you a dopey smile.
“Whaaatever you say, Angel.” he slurred, before his head rolled a bit, before hanging low again.
You had to fix him up, fast.
Quickly, you grabbed the first aid kit under your sink, thankful your father insisted every bathroom have one.
Putting the large box on the counter next to the pokemon, you quickly opened it up, and nearly sighed in relief when you saw it was mostly untouched. You figured as much, but you did not want to dig around the other first aid kits, just in case your family noticed something was out of place.
Moving a bit to a cabinet on the wall behind you, you pulled out a few rags. Once again, you were thanking any deity listening, especially for the fact your towels and rags were black. Blood could still be noticeable, but not near as bad as any other color. You could probably wash them out before your parents even got home if you are quick enough.
Carefully, you wet down a rag, and bent down in front of the man. You gently cupped his face, grabbing his attention.
“Sir? I need you to stay awake so I can clean your wounds, okay?” You told him. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a small smile.
“Okay.” You gave him a nod and a small smile.
“Good. I apologize, but this will eventually sting.” You warned him. You were cleaning the blood off with water, but when you used the medicine to clean the wounds further, you had no doubt it would hurt.
The man playfully scoffed, though it came out more as a wheeze.
“I c’n handle ‘t.” He spoke, trying to sound touch as he gave you a smile. Though he kept swaying, and seemed to slur his words even harder. You had to work fast.
Thankfully though, you didn’t have to worry too much about him bleeding out, most of his wounds had started scabbing over, only a few still trying to bleed. You winced as you tugged at his white shirt. You probably should have ripped some clothes or something to help it stop the bleeding. You were such an idiot, you were lucky he was still awake.
Tossing the rag into the sink, you grabbed another, and some peroxide and ointment. You then bit your lip, before tugging on his jacket.
“I need to remove your jacket and shirt, sir…” You told him, fighting the urge to become flustered. He was injured, no need to make it weird.
“I am Emmet.” You heard him speak. Was that his name?
“Okay, Emmet. I’m going to remove your jacket and shirt, okay?” You told him gently. He fluttered his eyes at you, his grin widening.
“‘Course, Angel, anything f’ you.”
He then started to shrug off his jacket, which you quickly took off his hands and tossed to the side. You had to help him with the shirt though, his wounds a bit painful to do on his own.
Though when he got his shirt off, you were incredibly thankful to whoever was watching your life right now. The wounds weren’t quite as bad as you feared, but you still had work to do if you wanted to help him get out of this alive without infection.
You got to work, grabbing some bandages as well, and setting them off to the side as you began to clean. If you could get the bleeding to stop, and clean these quickly, you could get the wounds bandaged immediately.
The moment you began to clean and put pressure on some wounds, Emmet hissed in pain. You were surprised when he jolted away from you, before making himself relax. Maybe he was a bit more lucid than you thought? Or he had one hell of a pain tolerance up to this point.
Though you had to ask yourself just how big of a concussion he must have when he spoke to you again as you began bandaging a wound.
“D’ya like what y’ see?” He teased, and you attempted to ignore his question. He had a bit of muscle, some slim abs, and noticeable pecs. However, you didn’t want to become distracted when the guy was still so incredibly injured.
“You are very injured, forgive me if I am a bit more worried about your wounds than your muscles.” You told him, though your words weren’t harsh. You swore you heard him chuckle.
He then let out a whine as you cleaned and wrapped another injury, one of his hands curled into a fist, before relaxing. You couldn’t help but frown.
“Sorry! I’m trying to be gentle.” You told him. It wasn’t your fault, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing this must hurt a lot.
He simply gave you another smile. You wondered how he could do so when no doubt in a lot of discomfort.
“S’okay, Angel. You’re p’fect”
Thinking for a moment, you spoke up, giving him your name. He blinked. “What?”
“That’s my name.” you repeated.
“Okay, Angel.”
You had a feeling Angel was probably your new name from him now. There was a chance he wouldn’t remember much of this, and it seemed Angel was the easiest for him to use.
After you had the bleeding wounds under control, you shifted your focus onto his head. That cut wasn’t bleeding, much to your surprise, but it still looked fairly nasty.
Leaning in close, you began to clean it, only to pause when you heard Emmet speak.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
You then turned to his Galvantula, who had been watching on the counter patiently.
“I think your master hit his head too hard.”
The spider made some clicks in reply, but you simply turned back to Emmet, who was now pouting.
“I mean it. Y’re gorgeous.”
You clicked your tongue, trying to focus.
“Hush. You have a concussion.”
You could test that, but you almost had no doubts he had one. It made blaming his odd behavior on it a bit easier.
This guy was also possibly a huge flirt, you had heard of his type. It would be best to ignore him and not engage in his compliments, no matter how much they made you feel warm inside.
After you finished cleaning the head wound, you began to put on some ointment, and get ready for some bandages. As you were unwrapping the bandages, Emmet spoke again.
“My beautiful Angel, no, a god!” he spoke, staring right at you. You wanted to rub your temples.
Dear Arceus, he upgraded.
“My own guardian angel… What’d I do t’ deserve you?” he mumbled, looking a little more out of it. It would be sweet, if you weren’t so concerned about him. It seemed the exhaustion was finally catching up to him.
You just hoped he wasn’t passing out from blood loss. But you patched those wounds, and they hadn’t bled too much after you found him…
Still, you couldn’t be sure.
Thankfully, you were nearly done cleaning him up, and finished securing the bandage around the wound on his head.
You bit your lip as you looked him over. Where would you put him? Your bed? Maybe you could hide him out on the floor out of sight from your door, in case your parents came to check on you?
That wouldn’t be too bad. You could grab some blankets hidden away in one of the hall closets, and make sure he was comfortable, and he’d be out of sight.
Looking at Emmet, the poor man was slouching, and was more than likely almost asleep. Biting your lip, you gently went over, and put your hand on his cheek.
“Hey, I’m going to move you now, okay? So you can get some rest.”
He didn’t say anything, simply humming in response. However, he did nuzzle into your palm. You decided to take that as an ‘okay’.
You also did your best to ignore how cute it was.
Nodding to yourself, you then gave him a moment, before looping your arms under his own.
“Here we go-” you spoke, grunting when you began to help lift him up. He was even shakier than before, and struggled to find his footing.
When he started to sway, you struggled to hold him steady, and nearly panicked.
“M’Sorry, Angel…” you heard him groan out, and he stumbled over his own feet. The moment you felt him start to tumble, you panicked, and tried to hold him still. It proved to be futile, he began to fall, and you were going down with him.
…Right into the bathtub.
You both fell in rather clumsily, with you landing on his chest as he fell in on his back.
It took you a moment to gather your thoughts, before you quickly began to panic. You were straddling the man, as he lay dizzy on the floor of your tub.
“Oh my gosh, are you alright!?” You asked, quickly looking him over. Did you open any of his wounds? Did he hit his head?
His eyes blinked open, and he gave you a lazy grin. You then felt his arms wrap around you suddenly, and pull you back to his chest. A squeak left your lips as you were pressed against his bare chest, and you felt your face light up.
“N’ver better, Angel.” he spoke, his words heavy as he laid his head down on the floor of the tub. You briefly struggled against his grip, before finally relenting. He held you tight, and you didn’t wish to worsen his injuries after you had just patched him up.
You stayed that way for a while, your own body pressed against his.
It wasn’t so bad. If it wasn’t for the fact you were worried about his wounds, and were in a bathtub, you would even consider this kinda… comfy, if the situation wasn’t so odd.
And the fact he was, you know, a stranger. A stranger that was half naked and injured.
You weren’t sure how long it was until you felt him relax, and his breathing even out. Carefully, you lifted yourself up, and put his arms to the side.
Thankfully he never woke up. You weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not.
A little bit shaky, you stood up, and stepped out of the tub. Your eyes met the Galvantula, who was staring at you curiously from the floor. Glancing back at her owner, who was knocked out still in the tub, you let out a small huff.
“I’m… Going to go and grab some pillows and blankets to make him more comfortable.” you muttered, and quickly left the bathroom.
It didn’t take long to grab the stuff you needed. As you put the stuff aside outside the bathroom, when you went in to check on Emmet, you nearly gasped at the cute sight.
The Galvantula had crawled into the tub, and was now resting on the greaser. Emmet, still asleep, had subconsciously wrapped his arms around her, and held her close as they snuggled.
It was a genuinely cute sight. Precious, if you dare say so.
Quietly, you carried a few pillows and blankets in. The pokemon only gave you a glance, before going back to relaxing on her trainer. Carefully, you placed a pillow under him, and two blankets on top of both. You set a few more pillows inside, before deciding it was enough.
You watched them for a few more moments, before a thought hit you. Just as quiet as you entered, you left, heading to the kitchen. You grabbed a few painkillers, and a sticky note on the way back in your room, and wrote a note, before putting both on the side of the tub.
Hopefully he’d notice the bright blue note if he woke up.
Gently, you closed the door behind you as you left, and sat down on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands, and groaned.
“What am I doing?” you asked yourself, as everything hit all at once. For some Arceus-forsaken reason, you saved some random greaser guy on the street. You didn’t even call the cops, or an ambulance, like you should have.
This was such a bad idea. Probably a huge mistake.
The stranger in your home wasn’t even the only issue! What if your parents found out? No doubt the man would be arrested on the spot, and you would be locked inside your own home for years. Even if you were a grown adult, you doubted your parents would let you live freely for such a ‘transgression’.
Not only was it a boy, it was a greaser. A greaser who no doubt was trouble given how you found him.
But… you may have saved his life. If you hadn’t walked into the alley from sheer morbid curiosity, who knows what would have happened? Would anyone have found him? Would anyone have cared to even call an ambulance, given he was a greaser? You knew a large group of people didn’t care for the gangs running around, so would anyone have cared to call anyone for this guy?
It made you sick to your stomach. Even if you weren’t sure if this was a good idea, you can’t say you regret trying to help him. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you had just left him there.
You glanced back at the bathroom door, and bit your lip. Your hands shook as you finally took in everything that happened today.
Hopefully this won't come back and bite you.
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Our Angel Pt. 5
Hi!! Welcome to the next part of my Greaser Submas series!
I struggled a little with this part, but I still hope you all enjoy the update!
Summary: Emmet decides to take things into his own hands after having dealt with the fact Ingo took you out to eat before he could. When you agree to a date though, he finds he learns some things that only seem to confirm his suspicions.
CW: implied manipulation and abuse, sneaking out, anxiety, implied past manic episode.
Word Count: 3818 words!
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It was only a matter of time until Emmet broke.
He couldn’t help it! Seeing his own twin brother getting close to you, and even getting your number? Before him?!
No, that would not stand. Not for Emmet.
You were his personal guardian angel. What right did his twin have to march up to you, and take you on a date?
Sure, Ingo insists it wasn’t a date, but he knew Ingo still considered it one in his head. He knew Ingo more than his twin would like.
Emmet still hadn’t forgiven him for that.
After hearing about that ‘not’ date, Emmet felt himself growing impatient, itching to get out of the house despite his brother’s warnings.
At first he had stayed inside, simply because he knew you had been worried. However, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Emmet needed to see you, and he refused to let his twin just go and see you while he was grounded at home.
So he snuck out.
It hasn’t been long after Ingo had seen you. Just a day or two, but too long for him.
Ingo was definitely asleep. His twin had been out at the trainyards all day to check on things, and the grunts at the yard had been especially worried since Emmet had been injured initially.
They were always a handful when they were worried, so when Ingo came home, he had crashed not even an hour after arriving.
That made it all too easy to sneak out of the house. Not that it was ever difficult, of course.
Emmet walked his motorcycle a bit down the block just to be safe, he didn’t want to risk waking Ingo up again and getting caught. This was too important.
He had to see you again.
Thankfully, despite how badly he had been injured when he originally walked home, he had committed the way to your home to memory. Getting to your home would be no trouble at all.
Though he did have to remind himself to pull over and turn off his bike before he reached your home. If his suspicions were correct, pulling up to your house on a loud bike at night would probably end horribly.
Not just for him, but for you as well.
He kept his bike at the end of the street your house was on, before making his way to your home.
It was the same as he remembered. Big two story house, with an innocent white fence and garden out front.
Jumping the small fence, he walked over to the garden, and picked up a few small rocks.
Quietly, he took aim, and tossed a stone at your bedroom window.
It took a few tries, but he silently cheered when he noticed a lamp turn on from inside your room.
Your curtains shifted slightly, before folding back.
Emmet’s grin widened. It was you.
You looked back behind you, before carefully opening your window.
“Emmet!?” You whispered, seemingly bewildered.
“Hello Angel!” He spoke softly with a wave. Just from hearing your voice, he already felt so at ease. As if all his problems were gone in an instant.
Looking back and forth around the outside of the house, you leaned out a little further.
“What are you doing here!?” You asked, panic clear on your face.
Emmet internally winced at that. He did not wish to upset you!
…Though given what he suspected, he didn’t blame you.
“May I come up?” He asked, and you looked dumbfounded at his request.
“I-wh-you want in?” You asked, bewildered. Emmet smiled wider, giving you a small ‘mhm!’
You stared at him for a moment, still clearly in disbelief. Emmet fought back the anxiety that ate at him.
Had he been wrong to do this? Was this too far? Should he have just stolen Ingo’s phone again for your number instead?
Granted, stealing Ingo’s phone probably would have been the wiser option, but he acted impulsively. Again.
A few more moments ticked by, before you sighed.
“Okay. Be quiet as you climb up.” You told him, opening your window as wide as you could.
Emmet felt his grin nearly split his face in half as he pulled out a pokeball. His heart beat wildly, and he was thankful his dear Galvantula recognized the house, and began to weave a web to climb.
He felt he would have shouted in joy if he had opened his mouth. Truly, he was blessed with pokemon that could read him like a book.
His beloved pokemon finished creating a web for him, and he climbed with ease.
The greaser at that moment was thankful Ingo had convinced him to rest for the week. Climbing up your wall would have been verrry painful with his fresh wounds.
Quietly, Emmet then snuck in through the window, and proceeded to immediately tackle you in a hug once he had his feet on your floor.
“Angel! I missed you!” He spoke as he spun you around in a bone crushing hug. You had to tap his shoulder to get him to let go just so you could breathe.
“Emmet, you have to be quiet!” You shushed him, looking back at your door nervously. Emmet froze, and several moments passed as you both seemed to listen for any possible sign anyone else had heard him.
A beat passed. Then another.
Finally, you let out a sigh of relief.
Gently, you placed your hands on both his arms, and gave him a sweet smile.
“Hello Emmet. I’m happy to see you. Are you feeling better? Should you be out and about yet?” You asked, your voice low.
Emmet swore his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, and that familiar dopey look appeared on his face.
“‘M fine, Angel. Nothing I can’t handle.”
He then reached up, and cupped your face. Rubbing his thumb gently across your cheek, he nearly giggled when he saw how red you were becoming at the action.
“I missed you. Are you busy tonight?” He asked, and you blinked, a bit confused and taken aback at the question.
You glanced over to the side, and his eyes followed yours. Your desk sat innocently with a textbook open with some notes on the side.
“Well… I didn’t have much planned. I went to bed early after studying all evening again.”
Emmet held back making a face. Did you study because you wanted to, or because you had to?
He decided not to ask. Not yet.
Gently taking your hands, he gave you a small, but excited smile.
“How would you like to go to a diner with me?” He asked, thumbs tenderly rubbing the back of your hands.
Your eyes widened, and you let out a small choking noise that seemed to turn into a squeak.
Emmet watched in amusement as you seemed to process his request.
“Like…”
A beat passed, and your face grew redder.
“Like a date?”
You hadn’t forgotten lunch with Ingo, and wondered if that would have been seen as a date or not. Romance was definitely not your forte, and you went to bed that day wondering if you had misread that situation.
So you asked, to be sure.
Emmet felt his heart flutter.
“If you’d like it to be.”
You were silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought. However, you never pushed him away.
Emmet waited patiently.
“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want to.” He added after a moment. His main priority was your happiness and comfort.
It took a moment, before you finally spoke up.
“I… I’d like that, I think.” You spoke, your voice incredibly quiet.
It took every bit of Emmet’s willpower not to yell in delight and spin you around.
He did however, pull you into a quick hug, before pulling you away and holding your shoulders.
“Really!?” He asked, his grin nearly blinding.
You shyly looked to the side, your cheeks cutely tinted pink.
“I- yes?” You stuttered, before briefly looking at the door behind you.
“So long as you can, um… get me out silently and have me back in under two hours?” You asked, clearly nervous.
You looked like your heart was going to jump out of your throat. He wondered if you had ever snuck out before, and if this was a first for you.
He had a feeling it was.
Though he would not lie, he was surprised you agreed. He wouldn’t turn this opportunity away.
Emmet gave you a reassuring smile, and his Galvantula climbed up his side, clicking comfortingly on his shoulder.
“Galvantula here has sturdy webbing, it is strong enough to hold both of us with ease. I will also go first to catch you should you fall!”
Taking a deep breath, you looked at the door one more time, and gave him a shaky smile.
“Okay. Let me grab my-my jacket.”
Quickly, you grabbed a jacket that had been thrown onto a chair, and slipped it on. You seemed anxious, but excited.
This was most definitely a spur of the moment decision for you.
Once again, he was somewhat surprised, but wouldn’t ignore this chance.
Carefully, he led you to the window, and climbed down first.
As soon as his feet hit the ground, he looked up at your window, where you nervously were looking down.
His Galvantula clicked at you encouragingly from the windowsill, watching over you just in case.
“Come on, Angel!” He said, his voice barely above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear.
Taking a deep breath, you gently patted his Galvantula for emotional support, before sticking a leg out the window.
Carefully, you took it step by step, gripping the web like a lifeline as you slowly scaled your way down the wall.
Just before you hit the ground, Emmet then reached out, gently grabbing your waist to help you to the floor.
You stabilized yourself for a moment, and Emmet couldn’t help but smile once more.
“You did it, Angel!” He whispered, so incredibly proud of you.
No doubt scaling the wall was anxiety inducing, judging by the flushed look on your face.
You swallowed thickly, shaking a little, but still gave him a smile.
“T-Thank you.”
Galvantula then scuttled down the wall, wrapping up her webbing as she went, before hopping back on his shoulder.
Emmet then took your hand in his own, secretly enjoying how right it felt when your fingers wove in with his.
“Follow me.” He whispered, putting a finger to his lips and gesturing down the street.
He then tugged you along, both of you walking briskly down the block.
“Emmet…” you began to ask, and he spoke up before you could even ask.
“My bike is down the street so I wouldn’t wake anyone up! Yup!”
A look of relief crossed your features, seemingly glad he had thought ahead.
“Smart idea. My dad hates motorcycles, and claims they always wake him up.”
Emmet absorbed your praise like a sponge, incredibly happy he had thought to do this.
They arrived at his bike a few moments later, and you stopped while he went ahead. He grabbed a helmet he had bought specifically for you, though stopped when he noticed how stiff you seemed.
“Angel? You alright?” He asked, spinning the helmet between his hands.
You shook your head as if to shake yourself from a daze.
“Yea… sorry. I haven’t ever… um…”
“Ridden on a bike before?” He finished, wondering if that was what you were suddenly nervous about.
Your jacket gently flowed with the breeze as you collected yourself for a moment.
“Yeah. I- um…”
Walking over to you, Emmet placed a hand gently on your shoulder.
“No worries! I’ll be verrry careful! Plus, it’s late! Hardly anyone will be out tonight!”
It was true. After midnight, traffic always died down. Perfect time for a motorcycle ride in the city, if you were to ask him.
Holding out the helmet, he waited for you to take it. After a moment, you did.
“Ah, here, let me help-“ he suddenly said, helping you properly put it on.
Once it was strapped on your head properly, he patted the top, and you squeaked in response.
“Cute. Verrry cute.”
You let out another flustered noise, and he was sure you were probably blushing.
Chuckling a bit, he spun around, and swung a leg over his bike. Sitting down, he grabbed his own helmet, and put it on before patting the seat behind him. His Galvantula even returned to her ball to give you more room.
“Come on. It’s okay, I promise.”
Slowly, you stepped forward, still clearly anxious. However, you still mustered up the courage to sit down, and wrap your arms around his middle.
“You’ll need to hang on tighter than that, Angel. Trust me, I don’t mind.”
You tighten your grip around him, and he feels his own face grow hot. Sure, it wasn’t a hug, just safety procedures, but he couldn’t deny how great it felt to have you hold onto him.
Turning the bike on, he nearly giggled when you jumped from the noise.
“Hold on tight, Angel.” He warns one more time, before kicking off, both of you heading down the street.
Your grip tightened even more at first, though it seemed to relax slightly after a few moments.
Emmet wondered if you were as fascinated by the sights as they zoomed past different buildings and structures as he had been when he first got his own bike.
After all, he was positive you didn’t get to go out at night all too often.
It was about ten minutes later when he pulled up into a diner’s parking lot. It was mostly empty, with only a few cars littered here or there.
Picking a close spot, he put up the kickstand and turned the engine off. He quickly hopped of the bike, and gently helped lift you off.
Patiently, he waited for you to get your footing, before helping you remove the helmet.
If Emmet didn’t know he loved you before this, seeing how good you looked with messy helmet hair would have knocked cupid’s arrow right into his heart.
How could you be so hot?
Shaking his head, he put aside the helmets, and gently took your hand.
“Come on.”
He flashed you a grin as he pushed through the door, letting you pass him, before picking a booth.
As you sat down, he eagerly sat across from you. Emmet put his elbows on the table, and head in his hands as he looked at you with that familiar dopey look on his face.
He was here. Here with you.
There was also the fact it was a date! …Somewhat. He hoped you still considered it one like when you agreed earlier.
Emmet couldn’t help but admire you. Even though you still seemed a bit on edge, you had calmed down considerably. You were taking in the sights of the small diner, clearly a little curious.
“So, did you enjoy the ride, Angel?” He asked, genuinely curious. You didn’t pitch a fit, or have a panic attack as far as he was aware. That was a good sign!
But if you hated it, he would make sure to get a taxi for you both. Emmet wouldn’t make you ride it again if you had any fear after the first drive.
“I… I actually had fun. I didn’t know if I would like it or not… but it wasn’t so bad after I got used to it!” You answered, eyes lighting up just slightly.
Emmet felt like he was on cloud 9.
“I’m glad you had fun! I will take you on as many rides as you like!” He spoke with a nod of his head.
He meant it too. He’d drive you around the world on his bike if it made you happy.
“Say, what flavor shake do you like?” Emmet suddenly asked, and you thought about it a moment, before giving your answer.
Looking over towards the front, he met the waiter’s eyes, and held four fingers up briefly while gesturing to you. When he got a nod in return, Emmet grinned and turned back to you.
“Ah, just giving him our order. I’m a regular here.”
A few quiet, but peaceful moments pass as your order is made, and Emmet eventually speaks up.
“Angel…”
You tilt your head cutely.
“Yeah?”
Emmet looks at the table for a moment, and reaches forward, holding his hands out.
Catching on, you slowly put your hands out into his own, and he gently gives them a squeeze.
Your hands are a bit cool within his warm ones, but he can’t help but find them perfect. How they easily fit in his own.
Finally, Emmet speaks up. Something that had been on his mind.
“I’ll be honest, I am surprised you agreed to sneak out with me.” He admits, still gazing at your hands as he gently fiddles with them.
Looking up, he catches you deflating slightly, and a pang of worry grows in his chest.
Your eyes look to the side, and you don’t meet his worried gaze.
After a moment, you finally speak.
“I… I had a fight with my parents.” You admitted. Emmet’s breath silently caught as your face darkened just slightly at the memory.
“I just- I wanted…” you spoke, trying to figure out the right words without getting worked up.
“I wanted to try a new elective. Maybe an art class, or a science class at the college. The University offers so many classes and opportunities, I just… I wanted to try something new.”
Emmet felt frozen as you spoke, your voice wavering slightly.
“My parents are paying for a full ride in the classes they want me to take. I wouldn’t expect them to pay for more, so I brought up getting a job… It didn’t go well.”
That just confused him. Wouldn’t your parents be proud of you for wanting to save up for your own classes?
“They… they said absolutely not. As long as I am living under their roof, rent free, I take the classes they are paying for. I’m not to get a job lest it affect my grades for said classes.”
Tears threatened to fall, and Emmet felt his heart painfully skip a beat.
There was a lot going on behind closed doors at your home. It was clear to him then you weren’t telling the whole story, yet what you mentioned to him was very worrisome.
From just that small vent, you sounded like a prisoner.
No wonder you agreed to come with him. If you were still upset, he had basically given you a free ticket to flip your parents off, with them none the wiser.
That also explains why you had seemed a little upset. You weren’t just nervous. Chances are you were probably either angry or hurt.
His heart tore for you. Even if he didn’t know what you were going through personally, just the idea of being in your shoes was enough to upset even him.
Carefully, he gently squeezed your hands.
Internally, Emmet wished he was as good with words as his twin. Ingo may not show much physically, but he had a way with words that Emmet struggled with.
Before he could say any words of comfort, the waiter appeared, putting a large glass of your favorite shake between you both.
Though Emmet couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw your eyes widen when you noticed there were two straws for the drink.
“You guys enjoy.”
The waiter left you both, and Emmet let go of one of your hands to take the straw, and have a sip.
“Come on.” He coaxed you, squeezing your hand once more.
After a moment of hesitation, you leaned forward, and had a sip yourself as he did.
He felt flutters in his stomach as he watched you, his smile growing as you both enjoyed the shake.
You leaned back after a moment, your own smile on your lips.
“This is nice. Thank you, Emmet.” You spoke softly. You meant more than just the shake, Emmet could tell.
Your posture was more relaxed, and your adorable smile looked more genuine. Even if you looked exhausted, you still seemed like you were in a much better place mentally than you had been.
Emmet felt both relieved, and saddened.
Just a simple date like this made you feel so much better? He was happy, sure, but it made him even more worried about how bad things must be for you behind closed doors.
He’d have to have a talk with Ingo about this, and soon.
Taking your other hand in his own again, he gave you a soft smile.
“Angel, I…”
You sipped some of the shake for a moment, and looked at him, curious.
“Yes, Emmet?”
He hesitated, trying to find the words.
“If you ever need anything… A ride, some food, or just an escape… please, let either Ingo or I know. Whatever it is, we will always be there for you. Even if you haven’t known us that long, we will do everything in our power to help.”
Emmet meant every word. He knew Ingo would be the first to back him up and agree as well, having taken a liking to you just as much as himself.
You seemed taken aback by Emmet’s words, and grew a little flustered.
“O-Oh, you don’t have to-“
“But we want to.”
His words cut off your own, and your face grew redder by the second.
“We not only owe you, but we care about you verrry much.”
Emmet then let go of your hands, and reached into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out, he placed a piece of paper into your hand.
You quickly looked over the small paper, seeing a set of digits. Your face grew red all over again.
“Ah, this is your number?”
Emmet’s smile was almost blinding.
“Yup! I want you to call or text me anytime you want to. I’m never too busy for you, Angel.”
He was also finally thankful to be able to give you his number.
Ingo would not give it to you unless you asked, the bastard.
You looked over the paper, before taking out your phone, and putting the number in right in front of him. His heart sped up at the sight.
Putting your phone away, you smiled at him.
“Now I can ask you directly if you are healing okay!”
Emmet practically had hearts in his eyes at that.
You were too good for this world, and he vowed to himself to protect you and keep you happy.
He’d do anything to protect that smile. You deserved the world.
And Emmet would do whatever he could to give it to you on a silver platter.
#pokemon#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss ingo#submas au#greaser au#greaser!submas#greaser!emmet#greaser!ingo#submas x reader#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#x reader#reader insert#long post#pokemon x reader#our angel
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Some more doodles.
So this Au has me in a vice-like grip and I can’t escape. I already had a few headcanons for the boys based on the story I was speaking about last night by @onestepbackwards (CHECK THEM OUT, THIS IS A THREAT, I LOVE THEIR STUFF)
I decided to write some of the headcanons down using my persona as a fill-in for the Y/N character. None of these are true unless stated by the author in the story obviously, don’t confuse this for their cannon- This was just me messing around having fun. I have a few more sketches I haven’t coloured or lined at all but I have to go to a college event in half an hour so I’m gonna be busy until around 4. I’ll prob post more Emmet and Ingo drawings later but for now, enjoy these.
I’m a sucker for the overprotective big brother characters so I couldn’t help but make one. He doesn’t have a name, I haven’t put that much thought into him. He’s a greaser in both senses, as in someone who works with cars and is part of a street gang. If you can think of a good name go ahead I need the help lol.
#x reader#oc#submas#greaser!emmet x reader#greaser!ingo x reader#greaser!ingo#greaser!submas x reader#greaser!submas#greaser!emmet#subway master emmet#submas emmet
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Back with my late night hyperfixations.
I’ve actually been kinda unwell recently but I’m toughing it out because I have so many things I want to get done. This is again another art dump. I do have one or two Submas x reader wips for a soulmate AU, but currently my creative juices wish for art that take me so long to draw on my dumb phone. This is some more of the Greaser!Submas stuff inspired by @onestepbackwards
GO CHECK THEM OUT, THIS IS A THREAT-
(Also you can’t escape me man. Like, gimme a week for the ADHD to choose a new thing to obsess over. Until then, suffer through my dumb art)
! I did do a mini comic based on an interaction between Ingo and the reader from their chapter 4 (I think) so spoilers, spoilers (kinda…) !
I suck at drawing pokemon, so this took forever- I am a sucker for the Joltik evolution line though so I didn’t mind.
! Comic that may contain spoilers, kinda I guess- !
I suck at comics as well fuck- ahhhh.
#x reader#submas ingo#submas#greaser au#greaser!ingo#greaser!emmet#greaser!ingo x reader#greaser!submas#greaser!submas x reader#greaser!emmet x reader#you better check them out or a scream
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Aight I’m back let’s gooooo! But this time with greaser Emmet - Jes
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Alternatively to corrupting their sweet darling angel.
Emmet wanting to try something.
The greasers have had sex with you before, but so far it’s been gentle and loving.
Emmet was getting pumped for something more, and thought this would help! You trust him of course, but that still doesn’t help your nerves.
All he asked was for you to were a small, remote controlled vibrator while he and Ingo take you on a date. Looking at it you didn’t think it would be a problem, you mean how powerful can these things be?
You were wrong, oh so very wrong.
Emmet had control of the remote to the little pink vibe, that should’ve been your first red flag.
They night had been going great so far, until he turned it on suddenly. You had to stop yourself from gasping.
The twins watched for the rest of the night you struggle to keep quiet and calm. Oh how you lean against them for stability, how you quietly beg for them to lower the setting, that it’s too much! That you’re going to cum!
Biting your lip to stop from crying when the vibrator turns off completely, but you can breathe again.
The twins are trying so hard not to take you then and there, they wanted to tease you! Show you a little more passion. They weren’t expecting to feel the effects!
You look so cute, all flushed and flustered, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and you slowly steadying breathing.
You look perfect.
They can’t help by stare as your hips jolt, just watching you trying to grind against the toy has them dragging you out of where ever you threw are and back to the car.
“Please fuck me! It’s not enough, please please please!”
Ingo is swearing as he drives, looking for the perfect hiding spot to fuck you in. All while making sure Emmet doesn’t go too far, cause he will not be out done.
Emmet doesn’t even have to do anything, he’s relishing at the new sight of desperate you, pawing at you, holding him close and trying to fuck yourself against him.
He loves this.
(Fortunately, this only gave you an idea for payback once you grew confident enough.)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD
🔞18+🔞
You are absolutely not ready for the terror that is a vibe with Emmet at the controller.
This man? He is absolutely merciless.
Ingo does nothing to stop him either, the traitor. He's too enraptured by your lewd faces and soft noises, he finds any complaint fizzing out in his throat.
Both thought a mall across town would be the perfect place to do this. It's loud and crowded, and no one would spare you a second glance.
So as you are walking, you almost forget about the small vibe buried in you. Until you feel an intense buzzing in your core.
You have to grab onto Ingo for support, nearly tripping over the feeling. Ingo asks if you are alright, though the giggles coming from Emmet, and seeing your face flushed clues him in to what just happened.
Ingo can feel his face turn hot with how you desperately latch onto his arm, your legs clenching together as the little vibe does it's work.
You are almost entirely silent, but you do let out tiny little noises he's only able to hear because you are so close. Ingo bites his lip.
Emmet is at your other side immediately, his arm wrapping around your middle, his other hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.
"Come on, darrrling~! Let's have some fun." He teases.
You were so going to smack him later.
Emmet leads you all to the food court, and you nearly want to cry when Emmet chooses the place with the longest line.
It's not too bad, of course, but every minute feels like an hour as that little vibe buzzes on inside you.
When it's finally your turn to order, just as you're about to speak, you feel the vibe increase to the max, and you stutter so bad, you start coughing.
"They'll have what I'm having." Ingo says, coming in for a save. You made a mental note to thank him later.
Thankfully, the person behind the register doesn't even seem to care and was quick to give you all your food.
Ingo then leads you to a seat, and you honestly feel like crying.
The pleasure is so good! Sure, you had used a vibrator a few times, but this...? It was so much!
And with your boyfriends here, watching your every action as you react to the vibe... You could feel your face flush even more.
As you sit down, you can't help but continuously squirm. The pressure from sitting pushing the small toy even deeper in you. You bit your tongue, and your hips twitched.
You clenched your fists against your pants, and tried to slow your breathing. When you glanced up, you saw Emmet, who was giving you the biggest shit eating grin.
You started to rub your thighs together, and grind your hips.
"I... I need..."
Before you could say anything else, the buzzing suddenly stopped, and your whole body sagged. You leaned against Ingo as you caught your breath.
It was so much. You felt like your nerves were on fire, and the toy wasn't even on anymore!
Ingo leaned down, and you could feel his breath against your ear.
"You're doing so well, my dear." He whispered, and you gasped.
At that exact moment, Emmet turned the vibe back on, onto its lowest setting. You moaned into Ingo's jacket.
You felt Ingo tense beside you, and you began to thrust your hips.
"You're so gorgeous." You heard Emmet speak, and you peeked out at him. His eyes were on you, and his face was sporting a small blush.
You then let out a small noise, and your hips rocked again. If you did it juuuust right, you could feel the toy push up in you.
You were desperate. You could feel your mouth go dry, the pleasure just out of your reach.
Suddenly, the vibe was increased by a setting, and you quickly bit down on your hand to hide the embarrassing moan that wanted to escape.
You were so caught up in being quiet, you didn't notice Ingo quickly shuffling beside you.
He couldn't take much more of this. He couldn't!
Your flushed face, the way you clung to him, they way you thrusted your hips, looking for relief?? Ingo was losing his strength and will.
Emmet was no better. Even though this was his idea, he didn't think he'd start getting hard just watching you squirm.
The idea of you grinding against the toy, trying to cum, and Emmet with the power to turn the toy on and off? All while in public?
He was getting more into this than he thought. He could already feel his pants beginning to tighten the moment you moaned into Ingo's arm.
They shared a look, and both knew they were done for. They had to get you out of here and fuck you, as soon as possible.
Ditching the meal, both are quick to escort you to the car, Emmet playing with the remote the whole way, enjoying how you fought every urge to squeal and moan.
To anyone passing by, it looked as if your two boyfriends were escorting you out, as if you might be sick. So they weren't worried about looks.
But Ingo and Emmet needed to hear you. They needed to see you, feel you.
As they usher you into the car, Emmet crawls into the back with you, hands already all over your body as you begin to pant and moan. Ingo is cursing, as he starts the car, and peals out of the lot.
You aren't bothering to be quiet anymore, and are gladly grinding down on Emmet's clothed cock. The vibe is still inside you, and Emmet has it on the highest setting.
"Please! I-I need! I-" You cried out, your hips thrusting like wild. Emmet's grin only grew as he put his hands on your hips, enjoying the sight.
"Yes, darling? What do you need?" He teases. You suddenly tightly grip his shoulders, before putting your forehead against his, eyes staring deep into his own.
"I need one of your cocks in me. Right. Now." You told him. No- you ordered.
Emmet felt his whole body shudder and his cock twitch, and Ingo moaned from the front seat as he pulled into an alley.
That was a side either twin had not seen before.
First, they were going to fuck you. But afterward...
Both wondered just how much of that wild side of yours was ready to be tapped into, if that order was anything to go by.
Yes... They had a lot of discovering to do, and they could feel themselves grow excited for it.
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Ya know, with this whole greaser au thing I’d like to start off by saying, I’m in love. - Jes
Secondly.
You can’t convince me that the terror twins’s goody goody darling wasn’t corrupted first and THEN became the switch of their dreams.
Like.
Maybe you three are on a date at a 24 hour diner, it’s late, it’s just you three, a few employees, and maybe two other customers on the other side of the room.
Of course the twins do a coin flip to see who sits next to you (per your request to stop them from brawling.) Ingo wins and gets to sit next to you, while Emmet sits across from you.
While Emmet is going on about something, you feel Ingo’s hand resting on your thigh, nothing unusual about that. But you get a little nervous.
The older twin just gentle caresses your inner thigh, his rough hands make your skin tingle. You don’t know what he’s up to, cause this is the first time he’s done something like this.
His hand slowly sliding up and under your skirt. All while Emmet talks, complete unaware of what his brother is doing.
You take a sip of your drink, biting the straw to keep from acting up, but you’re so worried. You two are in public! What if someone sees? Or hears? Or finds out at all!? You’d never love it down.
But when Ingo’s fingers touch you just outside of your panties, you knew you had a chance to say something.
He’d never do anything to harm you, you knew he’d listen to you. Yet you didn’t say anything.
You tense. His fingers gently sliding between your hole and clit. The only thing keeping him from fully touching you is your underwear.
But with the way Emmet is looking at you with such concern, you knew it was obvious. You need to get a hold of yourself.
And you do! As best you can really, but you’ve managed to convince Emmet, even just a little.
But you’re falling apart.
Ingo moves your panties aside to touch your dripping wet heat.
By the look on Emmet’s face you know he’s caught on.
And by the look in Ingo’s eyes you know you’re a beautiful sight.
(Coming back with an alternate version brb.)
BESTIE PLEASE 😩
🔞18+🔞
I am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH RN
OOKAYOKAYAOKAYAKAOKAY
(Emmet, when he realizes what’s going on: Really? Right in front of my salad??)
Just imagining Ingo actually being the one to do something so risky first with you??
He wants to test your reactions. Do you want this? Could you handle it?
He wouldn’t continue if you really wanted him to stop. If you were uncomfortable, he would immediately stop.
All it would take is one mutter of the safe word.
Yet you didn’t.
Ingo felt his lip twitch for a moment.
Him and Emmet had discussed this with each other. You were so sweet and innocent, and yet...
They were willing to bet there was a wild side, deep down within you. A wild side just waiting to be let loose. All you needed was a little nudge here and there. Just a little taste of being a little risky.
Emmet had no idea what Ingo was doing to you. He was too absorbed in talking about their father’s work at the station to notice you tensing.
Ingo’s fingers lightly teased the outside of your panties, before a finger gently, but firmly pressed in against your heat.
You grabbed your drink, and your hand clenched tightly around it.
Ingo bit the inside of his cheek. He was enraptured by your reactions.
Slowly, he added another finger, before gently moving them across where your clit and hole would be.
You seemed slightly taken aback by the action, and your thighs rubbed together. Your face slowly was turning red, and you cast a glance at Ingo.
You shivered from how intense his gaze was.
Meanwhile, Emmet had stopped talking, his eyes on you. From the looks of it, he was concerned.
He had no idea what Ingo was doing to you.
You gave him a small smile, and Emmet seemed relieved, and tentatively continued his story.
However, you let out a small gasp when Ingo’s fingers stop, and push aside your panties. His fingers slowly drag through your folds, and he hums appreciatively at how wet you’ve gotten.
You were enjoying this. The thought made Ingo feel incredibly smug.
Emmet is now staring at you, his eyes wide. Your face was a little bit red, and you were panting just ever so slightly.
If it wasn’t for the fact Emmet knew that face so well, he’d thought you weren’t feeling well.
His eyes flickered to Ingo, who gave him a smug look, and Emmet’s jaw dropped.
“How is this fair? You know I wanted to be the one who-”
You let out a little noise, almost a moan as Ingo pushed a finger inside, as far as it would go. He then added a second finger, before slowly scissoring you open.
Emmet’s mouth snapped shut.
You were biting your lips to avoid making any sounds, and your eyes were blown as you lightly panted. Your adorable face was flushed, and your hand gripped your cup tight.
Emmet licked his lips. His complaint forgotten.
Both twins were quiet, both their eyes on you, as if they were watching a show.
You were doing it. You were allowing Ingo to touch you in public. You were doing something risky!
Both were so proud of you.
...And also incredibly turned on.
Emmet reached forward, and grabbed your hand that was holding the cup. You sucked in a breath of air at the action. He gave you a wink, before kissing your palm, and nuzzling into it.
“You are so gorgeous like this. Letting us touch you.” He whispered, before taking two fingers into his mouth, and sucking.
You were biting your lip again, so hard you could taste blood. Your eyes were wildly scanning the area, making sure no one was watching. Thankfully, you were in the clear, but anyone could look at any time.
The thought made you clench around Ingo’s fingers.
Ingo then decided he had opened you up enough, and added a third finger, and you felt his thumb on your clit. You wanted to scream.
It was so much! Anyone could see!
Emmet’s tongue dragged along your finger pads, and you stuffed your face into Ingo’s shoulder, biting down on the leather of his jacket. You came around Ingo’s fingers, and used the jacket to muffle your moan.
Ingo ran his free hand through your hair, his fingers still curling inside your cunt. Emmet removed your fingers from his mouth, and kissed your palm again.
“You did so well for us. We’re so proud of you.” Ingo said, his usually loud voice in a tender whisper. He removed his hand from your soaked cunt, and you looked at him, only stare wide eyed as he licked his fingers clean.
Emmet ran a thumb over the back of your hand, and giggled.
“We need to reward you for doing so well, don’t we Ingo?”
Both their eyes were on you, and you felt yourself gulp as Ingo called for a waiter, and asked for the check.
From the looks they were giving you, you had a feeling you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.
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I doodled it
can u tell i put less efforts into ingo and emmet lmao
OMG I’M SCREAMING 👀👀👀 THIS LOOKS AMAZING AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Absolutely in love with all the designs here omg 😭😭😭
LOVING the cutesy look here, with the whip and everything, especially love the belt and stockings. Then the top and the cute sleeves?? 🥺
And i LOVE what you did for Greaser Ingo and Emmet’s designs. The lil things normally on their hats being on their jackets is SUCH a good idea!!!
And their faces fjdsifjsdljfk Emmet’s grin and Ingo’s flustered face are so good djfksjfskljf I love this so much omg
Thank you for sharing this!!
#pokemon#submas#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#greaser!ingo#greaser!emmet#greaser!submas#greaser au#zed.talks#ask#submission#vinnycoco#not my art#this looks amazing!!!#i love this so much#spicy stuff🔥#kinda??
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*taps mic*
Greasers Ingo and Emmet would go feral for pastel thigh highs on you.
And.
Greasers Ingo and Emmet have absolutely fucked you in front of their friends. You’re their sweet darlin’ and you stand out of course, you sit on one of their laps and no one bats an eye.
Emmet and Ingo are wrapped around your finger after all, all their friends know just how much they love you.
Of course they don’t see a hand hiding under your dress and playing with you.
Or the cock of one of your lovers sinking into you.
They just love corrupting you.💜
AND!
They love you using them for your pleasure.
Surely your friends would clutch their pearls if they knew you had two greasers pussy drunk and cumming at just the feeling of you spanking them and degrading them.
(This au is all I can think about please send help-)
- Jes
I AM GOING FERAL BESTIE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Not me listening to the Grease soundtrack on repeat while writing this LMAO
They definitely have fucked you in front of their group of friends, but no one has to be the wiser, yes??
After all, who would think that little ol you is currently cock warming one of the twins while you all sit and hang out? You? The goody goody?
Sure, the twins are into you, but as if you’d be gutsy enough to do that. You’re too sweet and innocent.The most they have ever caught was hearing the twins have fun with you in an abandoned car.
Even then, you three had privacy. Everyone knows not to bother you three when you all are having a good time. Besides, Ingo and Emmet would kill them if any of them disturbed their private time for no good reason.
So no way you’d be doing something so scandalous!
Except when you’re watching Ingo battle a few trainers, you are sitting on Emmet’s lap, like usual.
Though no ones paying enough attention to see Emmet’s wandering hands slip under your dress, and slip aside your panties. Nor do they hear the faint sound of a zipper.
Nor does anyone question why you are adjusting yourself on Emmet’s lap, as you slowly sink down on his cock.
You feel him twitch inside you, getting off just to the risk of any his friends or gang finding out he’s fucking you right in front of them.
Everyone is so invested in Ingo’s battles, they don’t notice you lightly grinding and hopping on Emmet’s lap, or the lewd grin on his face as he drools while holding your hips.
Though Ingo certainly does, and his frown tightens. He’ll have to get back at Emmet later. The audacity of using him as a means to secretly fuck you?
He’ll need to thoroughly fuck you later to make things even.
AND GOD the idea of spanking both Greaser, telling them how bad they’ve been?
Imagine you are wearing cute little lace stockings, with a cute little pastel outfit.
And you have Emmet over your knee. pants pulled down with his ass up, exposed all for you.
Ingo is not too far from you both, your panties stuffed in his mouth, and his hands duct tapped behind the chair you have him sitting in. His eyes are wide as he watches you, and there’s a noticeable tent in his pants.
You gently rub Emmet’s bottom, before giving a hard smack!
Emmet lets out a squeal, jumping from the pain and shock. Ingo jumps at the sound.
“You both were so naughty today. Sneaking into my room while my parents were home! During the day, no less! Then demanding my attention like spoiled brats.” You tell them, your tone low, with a cutting edge to it. Emmet wiggles in your lap, and you can feel his hard cock press against your legs.
You gave another hard smack. Emmet gasped, his hands trembling against the floor.
“Do you two have any idea how risky that was? What if my dad had walked in, to both of you fucking me, hm? There would have been trouble.”
You rubbed Emmet’s reddening cheeks, and he let out a shaky breath.
“So, you two need proper punishment. I think, perhaps about 20 smacks each? Does that sound fair?” You ask. You hear Ingo moan behind his gag, and Emmet’s cock twitches. You smack his ass again, and he chokes out a noise.
“Answer me.”
Emmet throws his head back, and looks at you over his shoulder. There are tears welling up in his eyes, but you can tell from his grin and flushed face he is enjoying himself.
“Y-Yes! Yes darling!” He stammers out.
You smile.
“Good boy. I’m going to spank you, and I want you to count after each one. Do I make myself clear?” You asked. Emmet took a moment, before answering.
“Y-Yes!”
You smirk.
“Good.”
You rub his ass one more time, before giving another hard smack. Emmet jolts at the sensation.
“O-One!” He rasps out. You smile.
Smack!
“Two...” he whispers, his legs trembling.
You grin.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Emmet sobs.
“Thr-Three! Fo-o-ur... Five!” He sobs out. You glance at Ingo, who is desperately humping the air, his eyes trained on you. He lets out a muffled noise when you catch his eye. You wink.
You continue, spanking in a different order every so often to keep Emmet on his toes. By the time you nearly reach twenty, he’s openly sobbing, tears running down his face.
SMACK!
“TWENTY!” he cried out, and you felt him cum across your lap, his cock twitching wildly against your legs. Emmet practically collapses on your lap, crying.
You oh so gently rub his tender, irritated skin, cooing at him.
“You did so well, Emmet! I’m so proud of you. You took your punishment very well.” you tell him, your tone gone from sharp to sweet in an instant. Emmet is practically jelly as he lays across you.
You then look over to Ingo, who is a desperate mess.
“Now. Time for your punishment, Ingo.” You spoke, your tone sharp once more. You could see the older twin shiver.
Imagine if your friends and family saw you now, spanking the most notorious greaser in the city like it was nothing, all while wearing cute and adorable clothing. They’d probably have a stroke.
Emmet, despite having the spanking of a lifetime, gives you the biggest love struck look as he shakily climbs off of you, and you feel your heart beat intensify in your chest.
You had these two wrapped around your fingers, and you loved them with all of your heart.
They may be the city’s bad boys, but for you? They were the sweetest things around.
...Even if you did have to punish them every so often. ;)
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Mc with the most pastel outfit human have ever seen, glitter and hello kitty themed accessories everywhere: your sons call me mommy too uwu
Bonus if they have pink whip with hearts decorating the pink handle
YES OMG (❤ ω ❤)
You are wearing the cutest, pastel colored outfits, with Hello Kitty themes, and just general cutesy vibes.
Meanwhile behind closed doors, you can dominate your boys, and they say thank you for it.
They are the biggest, baddest boys that practically run the city. Yet they happily bend over for their cute, sweet darling. They would move mountains for you.
AND MAN
Having a cute whip with hearts on the handle?
One of the twins sees it online and immediately buys it for you. Ingo and Emmet already feel themselves getting excited at the thought of you using it on them.
They practically vibrate in place when they hand you the whip in a box, excited to see you open it. Surely, you won't mind using it today, right?
They're your bad boys, and they need proper punishment, after all!
Who else better suited to punish them, than their adorable partner?
#zed.talks#vinnycoco#ask#spicy stuff🔥#nsft#greaser!emmet#greaser!ingo#greaser!submas#greaser au#ingo#emmet#submas
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Greaser Submas, Greasemas.
#submission#*Smacks desk* GREASER SUBMAS GREASER SUBMAS GREASER SUBMAS#Zed.talks#brushido-cat#submitted by brushido-cat#not my art#THIS IS SO GOOD ♥♥♥#Thank you for submitting this!!#I love this so much!!!#submas#greaser!ingo#greaser!emmet#greaser!submas#greaser au#ingo#emmet#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#nobori#kudari
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