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sunstone-smiles · 7 months

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Oh oh can I request Day 4 Augtickletober2023 (weak spot) with Lee!Ingo and Ler Emmet please? I love how you write them

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Two Words, One Smiling Twin

Author’s note: Aww, thank you Unicorn Anon! (If that’s okay to call you that!) I couldn’t forget about the precious Subway boys! I hope you enjoy Day 4 of Tickletober: Weak Spot! (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Emmet and Ingo

Word count: 871

Summary: Ingo doesn’t seem to be smiling properly today. It’s time for Emmet to pull out one of his sibling tricks in the book to help him.

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“Goodbye! Thank you very much for riding the battle subway with us today!” Emmet waves to the passengers leaving the subway car. A big smile is plastered on his face. To his right, Ingo waves goodbye to the passengers as well; although, his face remains stoic and less smiley.

When the last passenger steps off, Ingo and Emmet make sure the subway car is secure, then they head back to their office for a short break. Ingo walks into the office first. He takes his thick coat off, hangs it up near the door, and heads to his desk. Emmet closes the door behind them.

“You know,” Emmet starts a conversation, “it would do you much better to smile more often. I noticed you didn’t have one when we waved the passengers goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” Ingo takes a seat at his desk and straightens out a piece of paper by tapping it twice on the surface in front of him. “I was smiling perfectly fine.”

Emmet plops into his own desk chair, right across from Ingo’s. “No it’s not. I know that you have a much bigger smile than that.” Emmet twists from side to side in his revolving chair. “Besides, you need to start practicing your smile before Halloween. We’ll have many kids coming to the station, and we wouldn’t want to frighten them with your scary face,” Emmet teases his brother. Ingo huffs out a chuckle and shakes his head.

“See! There was a smile right there!” Emmet points at his twin. “Where was that earlier?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Ingo glances up from his papers. “Perhaps I’m just a bit tired from staying up late last night with work. Although, I know that’s not an excuse to be forgetting my duties.”

“Sooo, you need an energy boost?” Emmet jumps at the opportunity like he’s dying to give a suggestion.

“Do you have something in mind?”

Emmet puts on a smug grin, implying that he still wants to tease his brother a bit to get his smile all the way up. Emmet lays his forearm on the desk and leans his body forward. The younger twin stares directly into Ingo’s eyes with that same smug grin, almost with a threatening glare and diabolical scheme cooking in that mind of his.

“Two words,” Emmet pauses to let his smile grow. “Weak spot.”

Ingo’s eyes expand with a silent gasp, knowing exactly what those dreadful words mean.

“You wouldn’t,” Ingo’s eyes narrow on his brother, trying to act stern and unfazed.

Emmet’s smile is unwavering. “Oh, I would.”

After a pause—Ingo immediately leaps out of his chair and tries to sprint to the door. Emmet follows in pursuit and in one quick movement, Emmet swoops behind his brother like an Archeops and dives his finger-like talons into Ingo’s underarms.

Ingo yelps and falls backwards into his twin’s arms as loud, booming giggles fill the office.

“Ehehehemet!!!” Ingo tries to yank his body forward. “Lehehehet me gohoho!” Ingo also tries to unhook his brother’s tickly claws from under his arms, which only allows Emmet to have more access to his twin’s so-called ticklish weak spot.

“No, this seems to be working fine,” Emmet smiles from behind him. “Are you feeling tired anymore?”

Ingo gives no response as he’s too busy giggling and trying to tear himself from his twin’s tickly trap. He stabilizes himself on his feet, clamps his arms down and leans forward, but he ends up collapsing to the ground at the hands of his twin brother, who—of course—follows him down to keep tickling him. Emmet’s obviously gotten what he wanted, but now the younger twin is just teasing his brother.

“Oh! I have an idea! I should do this everrrry subway ride so the passengers can see you smile too! Wouldn’t that be great?”

A wave of embarrassment courses through Ingo at the thought of so many other people seeing him in this giggly state, “Aahabsolutely nohohohot!” He’s interrupted by a squeak when Emmet gives a playful poke to his belly before returning to his underarms. Ingo throws his head back and wheezes his brother’s name, “Ehehehemmet! Deheherail the tickling! Plehehehease!” Ingo curls himself up to make his point.

Right away, Emmet stops, still smiling at his brother as Ingo’s chest rises and falls with the same rhythm as a steam locomotive. The older twin on the ground tilts his head to the side to look at his brother. “Was that...really necessary?”

“Yes, verrry necessary,” Emmet extends the ‘r’ like he usually does. “And look, you have a lingering smile on your face. That expression should last you for the rest of the day.” Emmet pats his brother on the shoulder and heads for the office door.

Ingo rolls onto his stomach, then pushes himself up. He dusts himself from the floor, grabs his coat, and follows his brother out of the office in a rush. Ingo didn’t have a chance to see this “lingering smile” Emmet was referring to before he left the office, but as they walk side by side to their next subway departure, Ingo can definitely feel that the corners of his mouth are lifted a little into a soft, approachable smile.

#tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #pokemon #submas #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #pokemon black and white #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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yanban-san · 2 years

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Took a short break on R0′s discord to write out this lovely piece about Hydreigon Submas. :)

Summary: You were cooking at your campsite in what you had thought to be a peaceful area of hybrid territory; Not realizing the reason it was so peaceful was because two verrrry powerful dragons were taking up residence on the mountain and were killing anything dangerous that tried to take their territory. You just wanted a peaceful camping trip, but the Hydreigons smelled your cooking and decided you were too cute to leave alone.

CW: 🔞 Biting, Blood play, Non-con stuff, Aphrodisiacs, Mind-melding/Brainwashing stuff, Hydreigon Hybrid AU, Breeding Kink, NSFW 🔞

You thrashed uselessly against the strong arms pinning you down- against the thick, powerful tail binding your legs together. Your eyes met the harsh, slitted silver ones that stared down at you as though you were a freshly caught pidove. And what a terribly wide smile was on it’s face, too. You felt something strange- ticklish and wet on your wrists being held by the hand of the hybrid- And before you could acknowledge anything else, the hybrid shoved it’s face into yours, it’s thick tongue wrestling your lips apart as it slid into your mouth. It tasted oddly bitter and sweet- Like soap mixed with honey. And you felt- something pinching at your wrists- like teeth. And a sensation of licking.

A Hydreigon Hybrid, you realized. Violent and aggressive and always very hungry for new prey.

Maybe your cooking had attracted it, you cursed-

“Emmet, stop-”

And suddenly the hybrid pulled away from you, a high-pitched hiss leaving it’s mouth as another hand reached over and pushed it away- It’s long tongue thrashing against the hand holding it’s face back from yours.

The one who had been kissing you, Evidently Emmet, kept darting his eyes between you and-

The other one.

Who looked exactly like Emmet, except he had a curious black robe on instead of the white one the other wore. A deep frown was on his face, his eyes marked with darker and longer striped markings, accentuating his silver irises. His maned horn-collar flared with deep fuchsia and black as he looked down at you. “You’re pretty.” He remarked, cocking his head at you. His voice was deep and thundering in your ear- his hands biting firmly into your wrists as he studied you like a freshly caught fish, rather than a person- And he just called you pretty? Oh no. Oh no-

“I found her first,” hissed Emmet, sinking claws into your legs, “I found her first Ingo- I want her first. Mine.” Ingo hissed back at his brother. “Nonsense, you’re too rough- You’d hurt her. In fact, you already did.” He pointed out, grabbing your wrists and showing him the now bleeding marks his hand-mouth had left. A gasp and whimper left his throat as took it gingerly in his gloved hand, and his main mouth’s tongue shot out again, licking your wrist rather erotically as he kept glancing at you. A blush spread across your face- The bleeding marks didn’t hurt. Rather, they strangely felt nice. Vaguely, you heard Emmet whimper in between the kisses and licks he was giving your wrists, a muttering of an apology or assuagement- a cooing sound coming from deep in his throat.

The more temperate one, Ingo, seemed to read your mind. “My apologies, little dear. Our saliva is a venom, but in small doses, it does numb pain and can make it… pleasurable. We’ll keep these marks from hurting until you’re healed, dear.”

Heh, The way he phrased it made it sound like they were going to make you stay with them- That was silly, you thought. You giggled. That sounded really silly. There were two of them above you as your vision went bleary- a headache only beginning to form as you desperately tried to keep your head upright. And somewhere, somehow, you were vaguely aware Ingo was telling you something else, his voice fading in and out with your consciousness. “…It’s also… ah, you seem to be light-headed-… Emmet-…. -Venom-” And you passed out, feeling giddy. Light headed was an excellent description- Like you were floating on clouds and dancing in the rain, and you barely noticed anything as the hybrid picked you up and carried you through the clouds to their aerie.

Until the venomous poison settled in your stomach.

An intense heat burned from somewhere in your body- and you felt an uncomfortably sensitive pleasure growing between your legs, up your stomach, around your breasts and even to your legs and arms and neck- And your head felt like it was swimming in soup. You were vaguely aware something-one of the hybrids- was holding you. You were somewhere dark now, and fluffy. Very fluffy- Ingo’s claws felt so nice on your skin… And you grabbed his hand, forcefully rubbing it along your stomach as you whined, unaware of what you were doing.

“Shh, shh- Dear, there will be plenty of time for that later…” And he began massaging your back, sending awful shots of pleasure through your body- His knee was almost between your legs, and you moved one over to straddle him- Anything to relieve that awful pressure- You felt his body rumble from the growl he emitted, as his wings came down around you- But, suddenly, he pushed you away, and you blearily watched him stumble to the entrance of the dark fluffy place- and spit. A lot.

A dark, purple-pink fluid dripped from his mouth, and he grabbed something- a vile of water, it looked like- and rinsed out his mouth again. “She’s good at handling our venom, brother. She’d be fine-” You heard from another corner of the dark, fluffy place- Another set of wings wrapping around you, feeling an electric sensation of something wet and stick rubbing against your neck. The hot breath of the other hybrid on your ear, making you shudder.

Ingo spat out again. “Absolutely not; She can barely see right now, brother- And even I hate having that much venom just dripping-”

“She’ll try to run away once she recovers. I’m just making sure she stays here. She’s verrrry cute. I found her first. Mine.”

“We can convince her not to leave,” Ingo remarked, wiping his hands.

"One way or another."

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“Should we bring her some food? I want to bring her something.” Emmet said, his tail swishing eagerly. Hunting-! He wanted to hunt for you. Bring you something tasty- And something much more substantial than whatever that pathetic little thing you'd been cooking earlier was.

“Berries and herbs- You know what to look for, right? I have that human book… top shelf-”

You heard clunking and thudding- gentle, soft thudding against the fluffiness of the cave.

Emmet’s wings flexed, and he took off out of the cave with a tattered wild plant field guide in hand.

Ingo sighed as he walked back in, watching you pass out again. Having mates- Or potential mates- made them salivate even more venom than normal. Your blood tasted delicious as he licked your wrists again, soothing the pain with more pleasure. You’d be in and out of consciousness for a while more, and hopefully if Emmet could find the right herbs he could at least make you a balm to help bring you back down to your right mind. He bundled up the wooloo furs, arranging them in a shape like a bed- And laid you on top, curling up beside you.

You were very cute. Ingo had to agree with his brother- It would be so easy to mate with you like this- the way you kept clinging to him, even when passed out- His feathers and fur flexed strongly, his face and fur blooming with deep, dark fuchsia-colored blush. He gingerly held you against him, taking care not to let his claws dig at you- and he clenched his thumbs against his palms, preventing his mouths from opening up by accident and biting you again.

...Though he was a little more than annoyed that Emmet had gotten to mark you first, with his bites.

He’d take you next. For certain.

Ingo languidly pulled your leg coverings off, your scent hitting him harshly. He licked his lips unconsciously, running his tongue over his fangs eagerly. His slitted pupils widened, a trickle of fuschian drool dripping from his lips. Running his gloved claws over your pussy, sopping wet from venom-induced arousal, slick instantly seeping through the fingers of his glove- Oh dear, he thought, and discarded it- It was also soaking with his venom now.

Ingo pressed his hand against your cunt, stroking lightly with his claws- circling your clit with his thumb. You bucked against him, whining in heat- An involuntary growl left his throat, as he braced his palm against your cunt, and the hand’s tongue trepidly flicked out to lick whatever he was touching-

And oh-

You tasted-

Wonderful.

Ingo couldn’t hold back the strange chirping noises he found himself making as he forced one of his secondary tongues into your pussy- and you whimpered in your drugged out state. He was enraptured, and venom laced drool was leaking from his mouths- All three of them. You tasted wonderful. Wonderful wasn’t enough to describe it-

He needed his mouths on you. All of them. He wanted to bite and mark you so badly. Claim you all for himself-

And why couldn't he, he realized?

Ingo needed no further urging, growls growing more and more aggressive in his throat as he pressed his claws into your soft, plush thighs, folding you over in your stupor to press his mouth against your cunt- Licking and lapping and forcing the full length of his venom laced bite into your pretty little hole, dripping with that delicious, delicious slick- It wasn’t enough to bury his face as forcefully as he could, pushing your thighs against his head before spreading you as wide as he could as he trailed his tongue over your clit, sucking forcefully. Hearing your whimpers and moans-

More. He wanted more.

You cried out, whining harshly at the lightning jolt of pleasure shooting through your body- Whining and half sobbing at the intensity of the sensation. His hands sunk their own fangs into your thighs, injecting more of his venom into you- Pretty, pretty little mate, pulling on his hair so forcefully! He growled, hissing- biting into your thigh for a second, before returning to the task at hand. Your dripping cunt, so wet, so warm- Perfect for him. The hydreigon hybrid bucked his hips uselessly against the bedding he’d prepared for you- Nowhere near firm enough, the lack of friction against his hard cock useless as he forced one of your legs down, trying to rut against it- Utterly useless. The barking growl growing more aggressive in his throat as he grew more frustrated.

Somehow, you became aware- But only just- that something was happening to you. You tried to push the hybrid away from you, desperately- Your vision had returned, although terribly blurry- and somehow- You knew you needed to get away from whatever lovely, lovely thing was between your legs.

Ingo looked shocked, his tongue reaching for your cunt again as you tried to force his head back- rolling off the bed of furs and fluff and onto the cave floor- You needed to get to the light, right-? That would be the exit-

And you were slammed roughly into the ground, the clawed hand of the hydreigon pulling on your hair roughly as it pinned you down with it’s entire body. Ingo snarled at you, forcing you back up- And the worst part was it didn’t even hurt. The Hydreigon was none too happy, throwing you back onto the little bed he’d prepared for you. Drool dripped onto your face as you tried to focus on it’s features- Sharp silver eyes against the horned cowl decorating it’s head, fangs dripping with- blood? Pink. Pink blood.

“Little mate,” He hissed, “You’re going to be my little mate, and you’re going to like it, understood?” Ingo was furious you’d tried to reject him- But no matter. Like Emmet said, you’d come around. One way or another.

Or maybe you'd just gotten delirious from how much venom was coursing through your veins- Yes, that was a much nicer alternative to thinking you were trying to reject him. But still- It made him angry. You would need a permanent reminder that you were now his mate.

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You craned your neck, trying to see where the exit- the light, had gone- Or something, you weren’t sure what- In your near upside down vision, there were about seven or eight spots of light. Ingo looked down at your delicate throat, salivating. Offering him your collarbone- You really did want to be his mate!

He sunk his fangs deeply into your neck, groaning happily as you let out a cute little yelp of surprise. The venomous drool leaking from his mouth into the cuts as he milked blood and salty sweat from your flesh- growling harshly as his wings folded around you. His eyes went bleary as he basked in the pleasure of the sensation, a growl welling in his throat and getting caught as he kept sinking his fangs into your shoulder- His other hand-mouth biting your shoulder under your shirt, licking attentively-

Your shirt was getting in his way- And with a harsh ripping sound, you were left completely exposed under him. Soft and pretty- Your skin felt so nice against his scales, feeling your heart against his own made his fur bristle warmly. Pretty little mate. All his. All his.

All his. His mate. His cute little mate, who'd look so cute with his pups- Yes, that would keep you there.

That would make you theirs! Stuffing you full of his pups- Yes, that sounded wonderful.

His gaze fell down to your breasts as he stretched himself back up, reaching down to touch you curiously, though not gently- your breathing hitched strangely when he brushed over your nipple, and you whined so cutely for him when he pinched it harder, rubbing it between his fingers. He grabbed it fully, his hand’s mouth coming over and sucking aggressively as you whined again, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. Ingo brought himself down to you, kissing you- His tongue invading your mouth and choking back your whines as you pressed your tongue against his, the strange salty-soapy-sweet taste returning in full. Your mouth tasted good too-! He moaned, grinding against your cunt desperately- his voice straining as he forced his tongue into the back of your throat, coiling around your own tongue- So small compared to his own, he noted.

His cock seemed far too big for a mere human to take it-

But you were going to be his cute little mate, of course you could take it. He’d make you take it. “Little mate,” He breathed harshly, forcing his length between your legs, trying to push it in- “Be a good little fuck toy for me- Mine. My little mate- My cute little mate- Mine, mine- Mine-My little fucking doll- Mate, Fuck-” He growled aggressively, forcing himself inside your slick cunt with a harsh thrust- Each rutting movement punctuated harshly with a declaration of his ownership of you. Ingo moved his mouth from yours down to your collarbone, sinking his fangs back in, whining and growling as he rutted as deeply as he could inside of you, sucking on your collarbone, nipping at your breast, his other hand biting along your arm, moving to gently squeeze your other breast as he braced himself with his wings. “Mine, Mine, mine- My pretty little mate, so good for me-! You just need- to be fucked properly, damnit-”

He let up for a second, gasping for air- “Full of- my cum, full of pups- My good little mate, my good little fucking mate-! Good-!” He growled, returning his mouth to your shoulder again as he came, filling you with his cum- The way your cunt clenched around his cock, refusing to let him go- What a perfect little mate you were for him! So good, and all his, all his-! He released his grip-

Staring down at you as a trickle of his venom and your blood trailed down his face- And he noticed your shoulder was a horribly bloody mess as well. Oh well. He licked it up, nuzzling into your neck to inhale your scent as you whimpered- Still, the pain was blurred into pleasure. For now. They’d have to keep you like this for a while… Another bite mark that would need to heal, he knew. “Shh, shh- Lovely little mate.” He cooed back into your ear. His wings wrapping around you.

You were such a lovely little mate; Perfect, perfect, perfect for them.

#Hydreigon Hybrids #Pokehybrid AU #Sethosover18 #Submas X Reader #Ingo X reader #Emmet X reader technically #Emmet will show up in Part Two!#Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader

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egginfroggin · 10 months

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Day 5: Hobby

(In which Emmet makes a little accessory for one of his many, many Joltik)

(Can be read here on AO3)

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The tiny Joltik crawled over the skeins of yarn, arranged in a colorful pile in a basket beside the gray armchair. It chirped, squirming under a soft bundle of blue to poke out the other side.

“Do you like that one?”

It squeaked, starting to gnaw on the yarn.

“Ah, ah – please do not bite it,” Emmet said, putting down the crochet hook in his hands and gently picking up the Joltik and yarn, prying the two apart. “It is not a battery! It will hurt your stomach if you eat it.”

It squirmed, escaping his fingers and crawling up his sleeve. He bit back a ticklish giggle as the Joltik moved up his arm, the lump under his sleeve making its way to his shoulder and poking out of his collar.

“Why don’t you look at the buttons?” he said, rubbing the top of its head with a finger and picking up the assaulted ball of blue yarn with his other hand, unwinding a few inches.

The Joltik chittered at him and hopped to the arm of the chair, crawling back onto the table and past the basket of yarn to clamber into the opened tin of loose, miscellaneous buttons. The buttons rattled noisily against the walls of the tin as all but the Joltik’s fluffy puff of a tail vanished below them like some kind of fuzzy Sharpedo under ocean waves.

Satisfied that the Joltik would be distracted, Emmet picked up the crochet hook again and started to crochet a border of blue along the edge of the silver piece of crocheted yarn.

The buttons rattled next to him, giving a particularly loud burst of noise accompanied by an excited chirp as he finished the little piece, and the Joltik popped out with a button in its mandibles.

“Did you find one you like?”

Happy chirping met his question, and he held out his hand to accept the tiny green button.

“Ah! A verrrry good choice.”

The tiny bauble shone in the lamplight, a pretty shade of emerald, and he finished tying off the end of the yarn to rummage around for a needle and thread.

The Joltik returned to its perch on his shoulder, crawling excitedly around back and forth over his collar until he was done. He held up his hand to it, and it hopped onto his palm.

“Sit still, please,” he asked the little bug.

It did so, and he set the tiny crocheted hat onto its head, smile widening as he lifted the Joltik up a little higher.

“Perfect!”

It squeaked happily, little claws coming up to play with the edge of the hat, little blue eyes squinting shut in a cheerful Joltik smile.

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Rambling under the cut. Have a good day!

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I wasn't sure what to do for this one, honestly, and ended up tossing this together in like twenty-something minutes. It was rather relaxing to write something that was basically just aimless fluff, honestly.

I think I ended up just rolling two hobbies and some memories into a bundle to project onto Emmet.

I crochet from time to time, and started but never finished a bag that would have been silver edged with dark blue.

I also make tiny hats on occasion, by which I mean for my birds, though they're cobbled together from cardboard, glue, and paint. It is incredibly fun.

Finally, somewhere around here, there is a big, heavy pot that is full of containers of old buttons. I remember spending ages looking through them all when I was little. It was fun. They also smelled nice.

Anyway, this was fun. I hope you enjoyed this rare sighting of pure fluff from me. It is truly an anomaly, and a continuation of my angstless streak.

#monthofemmet #submas #subway boss emmet #joltik #the angstless streak can only go so long #but it actually seems to be going for quite a while #it would appear that this prompt list is bringing out my fluffy side #I should finish a mini hat that I have sitting on my desk #it's too big for my birds #it'll go on a band so I can wear it #I like mini things so much #sorry for rambling so much whoops #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction

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wardenswateringhole · 1 year

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Your Sexyman

Ingo sat at the dining room table with his signature kitten smile. His favorite dish was sat before him, complete with a fine wine that you had splurged on to compliment it. You had also planned a hot bubble bath for him afterward. Bath oils and scented candles were ready for the occasion. His last surprise would come later when you would meet him in your shared bedroom, clad in his favorite pieces of intimate wear. You were determined to make him feel like the most loved and appreciated person ever after his defeat in the 'Sexyman' poll.

For now, you wrapped your arms around him and pecked kisses on his cheek. You playfully added kisses to the ticklish areas around his neck and ears, making him giggle.

“Who's a sexy man?” You cooed between kisses.

“According to that poll, not I.” Ingo laughed before nuzzling sweetly into you. “It doesn't matter. It was fun to compete but your opinion is the only one that matters to me, my love.”

A gentle kiss was pressed into your lips before his gaze turned to his brother sitting across from him. Emmet's smile was deflated and he stared at the table sadly. Ingo sighed.

“Brother, it was just a silly title...”

“You deserved to win!” Emmet looked up suddenly and shook his fists excitedly. “Everyone should know how amazing you are! You're incredible! Perfect!”

Ingo smiled warmly at his brothers admiration before a look of realization flashed across his face.

“I greatly appreciate your compliments, Emmet...” He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table. “But I can't help but to wonder...” Ingo's eyes narrowed at Emmet. “Did you have money riding on this?”

Emmet's mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened. A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple. To anyone else, he would seem to be carrying a pretty good pokerface. To you and Ingo, this man was the guiltiest person on the planet.

“How much did you lose?” Ingo's voice grew lower. Emmet gulped and tapped his fingers together nervously.

“Could you cover lunch for the rest of the week...?”

“EMMET!”

Ingo's voice booming out suddenly made you and Emmet both jump. Emmet ran his hand through his hair worriedly. “I'm sorry! The depot agents had a betting pool and--”

“A betting pool!? Emmet! How could you!?”

Ingo wagged his finger menacingly at Emmet. “Betting pools are grossly unprofessional!”

The realization of his mistake was deep set in Emmet's eyes. “I know! But--”

“You are their boss! You are supposed to be setting an example and stopping this sort of thing! Not encouraging it!”

“Yes, Brother! I understand! I--”

“Furthermore--”

Your hand clamped over Ingo's mouth suddenly. “Honey... You meal will get cold if you don't eat it soon...”

Ingo looked to you apologetically as you released him. “Ah! My apologies, my love!”

He speared some of the food on his fork and took a bite. His eyes widened and more food was shoved into his mouth. A look bliss was on his face as he hummed happily and chewed.

Emmet made to breathe a sigh of relief. Ingo shot him a stern glare as soon as your back was turned. A chill went up his spine. Suddenly, an empty wallet seemed to be the least of his problems.

Meanwhile... Several depot agents felt their ears burning and a sense of horrible dread creeping over them.

A lecture was coming.

#Wardenwrites #Ingo #Emmet #Subway boss Ingo #Subway boss Emmet #Submas

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error-pleaseleaveamessage-error · 1 year

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Guess who's becoming obsessed with lego bricks. Yes, it's me, you are correct. Now here are some Lego Movie tickle headcanons because I've personally found none. (This is mostly Emmet and Rex with some Lucy sprinkled in there.)

Of course, in the beginning with Emmet. I firmly believe Emmet is very happy and open about tickling because it's a great way to bond with his friends!

(He's never really had any, none that are this close to him.)

I think affection is difficult for him. Not so much because he's afraid of what others think, but because he doesn't know how to engage it. That's why tickling is more natural!

What comes after is especially great, because he'll gladly take some cuddles after everything he's been through. Stopping and reforming President Business? Dealing with a time-traveling hard-shell future version of himself combined with miscommunication from an entire planet? Being so giggly that he can't open his eyes anymore? He'll take a nap with extra pillows.

What's not to love about being a giggly mess? Emmet loves laughter, it's a telltale sign that everyone is having a good time!

I strongly believe that, when Emmet is being tickled, he'll compliment his tickler.

"Thahat spot reheally ticklehes!!" He will point out the obvious, he can't help it!

He's not a very hysterical laugher, he gets very loud but he's still coherent through it all. Even if he's got little mirth tears and a dazed look, he's as happy as can be.

"That was so much fun!" He will ask to be tickled again if it stops too soon.

Though, he's all about giving too! He enjoys tickles and wants his friends to be happy too.

As a ler, he's so sweet. He will use compliments more often than not, and he's known for gentle tickles - which can be equally as ticklish as fast ones, and very flustering for whoever his victim is.

He will point out everything, even if he doesn't mean to be teasy.

"Hey, don't cover your face!"

"Awww, I think I see a smile!!"

He's also ticklish just about anywhere, but I'd vote anywhere on his torso is especially sensitive. Specifically his sides!

Now... while Emmet is carefree, Rex is more on the defensive side.

(Also, in a universe where Rex gets redeemed and is very much alive as well as staying in Emmet's timeline.)

Rex will deny being ticklish. He claims its childish and he gave that up a long time ago.

Emmet doesn't believe him, and gives him pokes more often than not.

The sibling energy between Rex and Emmet is off the charts with tickles.

Emmet unlocks a more teasy, sneaky side of himself whenever he tickles Rex.

Rex is a fighter, he will not feel bad if he kicks somebody while trying to escape.

Ironically, Rex is more ticklish on his lower half rather than his torso. But I believe his neck, and ears if we go a more human route, is very susceptible to tickles.

Rex is touch-starved. He was touch-starved already when he was known as Emmet, but being isolated for who knows how long really messed with him.

Emmet, knowing a little too well what it's like to be alienated, helps whenever he can. Such as leaning against Rex, poking him, side hugs - and sometimes gently socking him in the shoulder.

Rex has no problem pulling people into a headlock, ruffling their hair. He'll lean against people but more in a, you-are-my-new-personal-head-rest way. He started punching Emmet in the shoulder first, and like the bad influence he is, Emmet started doing it back probably even more affectionately.

Rex gets very strong tendencies to destroy things. It's as easy as breathing, far more natural than building. That's where stimming comes in, he already stimmed before the whole time-traveling thing. It turns out, tickling someone is a great way to stim...

Emmet is the easiest target, a willing target if anything. Which Rex once upon a time did understand, but refuses to acknowledge.

Rex appreciates doing the tickling rather than being on the receiving end. It's hard to get him laughing anyways.

But when he laughs, boy, does he laugh.

It's loud and chaotic and hearty. He actually has a ha-ha-ha laugh. It's as deep as his voice.

He does have a giggle spot but he will guard it will his life. It makes him sound like Emmet too which is even more bewildering.

When he's being tickled, he can block it out. Sorta. But keep it up, keep him guessing, he'll break in no time. He tries to hold it in, and it's wonderful to watch red blush bloom across his face and his whole cheeks puff up. And then woosh, the laughter pops out and he can't stop.

He cannot admit to enjoying it. He cannot and will not.

Emmet apparently has made it a mission to get Rex to admit it. Because Emmet knows Rex used to love it just as he does, so he knows what buttons to push. He can guess what compliments get him more than others.

Rex's revenge is a million times worse. He will seriously wreck anyone who dares to even try to tickle him.

He won't stop until the victim begs for mercy, and even then he only stops when he truly believes they're sorry.

"Oh? What's that? I can't hear you over all that laughter!"

"You really do snort a lot."

"Oh, this spot must really tickle."

He's got these grins that make you wanna giggle on the spot.

Speaking of killer, Wyldstyle - or who I'll refer to as Lucy - will utterly annihilate you.

Rex will not go anywhere near her. For this reason, and because he's awkward around her. It's Lucy, after all.

Lucy usually treats Emmet nicely, because how could she not melt under his smile?

With Rex, she wants the guy to loosen up. She doesn't like to compare the two, but if Emmet loves this as much as he does and Rex used to be him then... she puts the two together.

But she doesn't push it, she's aware of how her presence makes him feel and she doesn't quite know where to start.

Emmet is a great catalyst and luckily pulls the two closer together.

When the first poke lands, a battle has begun. A very playful one.

Rex and Lucy spend more time poking each other than full on wrecking, but they've had their moments.

Such as when Lucy positively fell flat on her ass trying to build something. Rex laughed, because it was hilarious. Lucy was very quick to keep him laughing if he thought it was so hilarious.

Or when Rex leaned against a bike Emmet made, and it collapsed as soon as he touched it. He hadn't meant to destroy it but there he was in a heap of parts. Lucy was not sympathetic, proven by her snickers. Rex glared, and pounced. That'll teach her from laughing at Rex!

Lucy still struggles to be herself. She's had to be rough and tough for so long. She's seen growing up as mostly a negative thing, and she admires Emmet so much for his constant openness...

...And Emmet pokes, because yes he does poke Lucy too.

Lucy is ticklish and is embarrassed by it. She used to be all about bonding but it's very hard to trust people.

Emmet hates to see her frowning, and always tries to lighten the mood.

Even if that means sneaking in a few scribbles when it's least expected.

Emmet always pretends to be innocent, and accidentally has started a few tickle fights between Lucy and Rex because they think one of them did it.

When they find out it's Emmet, they absolutely double-team him in a temporary truce.

Emmet is proud of both of them and losing it a wee bit from their conjoined efforts.

Lucy begins to enjoy tickling, but she doesn't openly broadcast that either.

She pretends to know what she's doing, but she is rusty.

Laughing out loud without control is very flustering, and she certainty has a sweet laugh.

I have many more thoughts about them but here are some things for now!

#lego thoughts #lego movie tickles #pandas speaks #i welcome anyone to talk to me about lego brick people

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chandiegeist · 2 years

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Based on this post, the side plot that’s been stealing all my attention

Zekrom is tired. He’s been tired for what feels like an age. Splitting from his other half. The war. Fighting his own people. Reshiram winning back his heart stone. Becoming kings.

It’s been so much.

He just wants to sleep.

He doesn’t think he’d sleep so long as to end up in a new age though.

Fashioning a nest on top of the long plush not-throne that smells like home and the strange but familiar smelling coat where he found his heart stone hidden away in a secret chest pocket leaves him feeling a little more secure after something rattled his stone enough to wake him.

“Ingo?” The name is unfamiliar but the voice, clipped and energetic yet missing that building edge of stress and irritation, is one he’d recognize anywhere.

He croons back, wariness crackling down his spine and charging the air around him.

Loud footsteps rush down the hall. Reshiram slides into the room on soft socks and scrambles over, his own chirr of worry rusty and squawking at the end. He’s different than Zekrom remembers him.

His eyes are yes brighter and free of the dark marks from too many nights up ruling a country that was suddenly theirs. He’s wearing a simple buttoned shirt, so different from the layers and armor they usually don. Perhaps the most glaring difference is how soft he is, fluttering over Zekrom with worry and confusion clear on his face. This is not King Reshiram, god of Truth, conquerer of Ideals. But it is his brother, his other half, his eternal love. It’s in his every move as Reshiram- Emmet, he insists, blankets him in dozens of tiny squirming Joltiks. The bugs latch on with fuzzy legs and ticklish fangs, eating up all the anxious, wary electricity leaking from him, leaving him relaxed for the first time in months.

Emmet stands on the floor before him, declining his invitation to cuddle with him and the Joltiks. There’s that quiet strength, shining bright in his eyes as he paces back and forth, gathering his thoughts. He pauses for a moment, that far away look on his face when he would feel for his heart stone in the past, before he turns to Zekrom full of questions.

#chandie posts #blankshipping #maybe should name this au oh well #legendsmas or whatever lol #if it’s not obvious time travelled zekrom ingo got yeeted to the future/present #future warden ingo ends up in hisui with the light stone #the past empty light stone comes to the future and that’s what emmet is searching for #cause warden ingo took emmet’s light stone with them #me: let’s write a romcom #my brain: zekrom ingo is tired all the time bc he’s depressed #joltik therapy blanket for zekrom ingo #the dragon stones are heart stones bc #the twin princes split apart the original dragon with their beliefs and then make the dragons fight each other #so to win the war reshiram emmet has to win his brother’s ‘heart’(stone) back from his prince #and the depose both princes and name the both of them kings #or smth #prbly should have looked up the legend again lol

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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Your Hand In Mine

A birthday gift for the lovely @nc-eikin

🍓🍓🍓

Emmet has always been enthralled by hands. They do so much, and they’re so dexterous, gentle and mighty at the same time.

As he lies next to Mari, he studies her hands. They’re smaller than his, fingers not as long and palm not as large. But Emmet has seen these hands move mountains, and felt their brushing touch against his face.

Emmet carefully bends each finger, some of them cracking beneath the pressure. But all easily bend and unfurl, working just as intended. With that safety check finished, Emmet brings Mari’s hand closer.

There’s a beauty mark on her wrist, a little mole that Emmet has seen Ingo kiss. So he presses his lips to the mark, holding them there for a long moment. It feels. . . romantic. Especially as Mari twists back to look at him, brows furrowed but her eyes so very soft.

Emmet holds her gaze, then moves his lips higher, to her palm. He kisses the ticklish flesh, worshiping the tiny muscles and tendons that lie beneath her skin. Each start of each finger hides, small mounds that twitch beneath his nose, so Emmet kisses each one. Then up to each knuckle he kisses, careful and slow, unlike his usual kisses.

He marks sure each finger is lavished in sweet attention, then flips Mari’s hand around, kissing back down each finger.

Mari huffs, amused but tender. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you.” Emmet answers simply. “I like your hands.”

That’s all Mari needs to hear, apparently. She relaxes back into Emmet, back molding against his chest. Emmet refocuses on Mari’s hand, peppering the back with his chapped lips, pausing only to lick them before he continues.

Then, once down to the wrist, he flashes teeth. Mari has no time to react before Emmet nips at her beauty mark, tongue swiping away the sting. Emmet smirks at the yelp Mari gives, and continues his assault down the length of Mari’s arm.

“You’re terrible.” She sighs, doing nothing to stop them.

“I am Emmet.” Emmet replies happily. “And I am yours.”

That earns a smile. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

⬘

Ingo perks up when Mari turns towards him, coat on and ready to leave for home. He hates that she has to leave, that she can’t stay, forever. But the relationship is still new, they’re still growing closer and closer every day. He’ll have to be patient until the day he can ask her to please stay.

But with that day far off in the future, Ingo instead holds out his hand, readying for the ritual they’ve developed. He hates that she must go, but this is one of his favorite things to do with her, even though he only does it when she leaves.

Mari’s cheeks turn a soft pink, but she places her hand into Ingo’s. Her palm is warm, soft, and able to be completely enveloped in Ingo’s own. But Ingo doesn’t envelope her hand. Instead, he cradles her fingers, guiding her hand up as he bows down.

Ingo presses his lips firmly to the back of Mari’s hand. They follow the gentle valleys and ridges of her knuckles, soft to the touch.

Mari practically swoons at the tender kiss. “Ingo. . .”

“My apologies.” Ingo murmurs against the back of her hand. “I just. . . will miss you.”

Ingo moves, interrupting whatever response Mari was going to give by pressing his lips below her knuckles, to the half moon mark that decorates her skin. He’s always had a fascination with the birthmark, adoring that she had a beauty mark so visible for him to kiss.

“Ingo.” Mari whines, no conviction in her voice whatsoever. “You’re being sappy again.”

Ingo merely kisses her knuckles again. “I cannot help it. You are such a source of joy and happiness in my life. I wish I could steal you away from the world a while longer.”

“Ingo.” Mari whines again, tipping her head to rest against his. She can feel his small smile against her knuckles. “You’re making me not want to leave.”

“Oh, what a terrible circumstance I find myself in, with my lover not wanting to leave.”

“I need to go.” Mari says, fighting off a laugh. Ingo sighs, straightening back up, though he doesn’t release her hand.

“I know,” he admits, saddened but ready now to see her leave, “but I truly will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” Mari promises him, squeezing his hand. “Now, you’ve missed a spot.”

She points to her lips. Ingo laughs, loud and booming and like sweet bells, but he leans down for a proper kiss, clutching her hand tight in his for as long as she lets him.

🍓🍓🍓

Happy birthday babe!!!

~Renee

#oc mari #I don’t know what else to tag this tbh #mari x Ingo #mari x emmet

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waywardstation · 2 years

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I half expected that Zisu's puns and jokes would jog memories of Elesa. With Ingo often being portrayed as the twin enjoying her jokes while Emmet is the one verrry annoyed over every joke around him.

Omg I love it! I seriously love how you manage to wove in so many prompts into one story and make it such a fun one. Poor Ingo won’t be able to take a break from getting tickled for a while now.

Thank you for this wonderful treat of a story!

I’m regards to my fic Until Then, Don’t Worry

When writing the part with the puns (honestly that was my favorite part of the whole fic haha) that came up in my head a lot! I’ve seen how much the fandom makes content regarding Elesa and bad puns, and how the twins react to it, and I love it.

But I had a hard time writing this fic and keeping everything consistent, and I felt like if I introduced a surfacing memory to that as well, I wouldn’t be skilled enough to make it still read smoothly ^^; but I absolutely would have if I felt confident I could!

And thank you very much! I am so glad you enjoyed it! It really is fun using a lot of prompts to make one story! And haha now that Akari knows Ingo is ticklish he’s never going to get a break.

You’re welcome, but thank YOU so much for enjoying it!! I’m so glad you like reading my fics! ;v;

#submas #ingo #subway boss ingo #pokémon legends arceus #warden ingo #pokémon #subway masters #subway bosses #pla akari

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aroseandapen · 2 years

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A late @flufftober day 2, "You've told your parents?"

Two pairs of eyes--each a grey so light they were practically luminous--followed Elesa as she paced from one side of the room to the other. She chewed on the tip of her thumb, fuming as her rant faded into silence.

"You told your parents about your plans?" Emmet stated, almost a word-for-word repeat of how she'd launched into her venting.

She nodded. Her emolga hopped from one shoulder to the other, its soft, staticky fur rubbing up underneath her chin. Elesa's lips twitched at the ticklish sensation; releasing her breath in a huff, she reached up to scratch her pokemon between its ears. It pushed up into her hand and, when she stopped, vigorously shook its head.

One of it's large ears thwapped her in the face. Elesa sputtered.

"Sweetie, come here." She lifted an arm so that her emolga crawled into her forearm, and started stroking its short-haired coat. "There you go, silly girl."