Can i have a cute warden ingo with his S/o havign a nice bath together? Idk if in the alabaster iceland or idk beach or in a lake? Up to you something cute man needs to have a good time and relax hahaha

Relaxing bath time coming up on your left!!

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“Just relax,” he murmured into your temple, carefully cupping hot water to pour down your back, “I’m right here. I’ll take care of everything.”

Endless days and nights alike stretched you far thinner than Ingo would prefer. He understood your need to get things done as soon as possible, as he was as desperate to go home as you were, yet he feared you would stall, you would break, overrunning yourself without proper maintenance in between. So, using the soft voice and softer smile he knew you were so weak to, he invited you here.

The hot springs held everything you needed to finally, properly relax. The water’s temperature sapped away at any stiffness still clinging to your sore muscles, and particularly stubborn knots easily folded beneath the firm caress of Ingo’s calloused hands. You could melt into goo like a Goomy, but Ingo kept you together, huddled into his lap to kiss and to hold and to caress.

You needed this. Even with the distraction of work, of dangerous Pokémon threatening to tear you to mere ribbons, you missed this. Ingo was like a beacon in the darkness, a comforting fire to curl up next and feel seep into your weary bones. He was as tired as you were, wrung dry by the harsh environment you lived in, but he was home.

Ingo’s hands lifted from where they rolled into your hips when you twisted. You turned slowly, water splashing in gentle waves around you, until you were settled back into his lap, this time facing him. Ingo voiced no qualms with the new position, merely wrapping his arms around you as he peppered careful kisses into your hairline.

“I love you.” You whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the world moving around you.

“I love you.” Ingo said right back, a certain kind of insistence threading into his voice. His kisses became harder, lingering on your skin for moments too long. You tilted your head back in silent question. “I love you very much. Please. . . don’t leave.”

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I won’t.” Your head lowered back down, carefully nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You laid gentle kisses where his adam’s apple quivered. “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not. We’re in this together, you and me.”

Ingo sighed, low and long like he was deflating. “Good.” His fingers danced up your spine, carefully feeling, mapping, memorizing. “I’ve forgotten so much already. I don’t want to forget you.”

“I’ll make sure to leave a permanent imprint on your mind then.” You teased him, nipping at the column of his throat. Ingo laughed airily, so you settled again, relaxing into the serene moment you shared. “We’ll be okay.”

“Of course.” Ingo murmured. “Any track you conduct can only lead to success.”

You just smiled, and promised yourself to get him home, no matter the cost.

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I’m so sappy for this mannnnnnn

~Renee

Consider

Self aware au, but the player continously refers to the hero as their child. It's absolutely something I'd do

When reader gets pulled into the game, hero is calling them a parental term of some sort. I imagine the aware characters having interesting reactions to that.

Laventon is over the moon, he already calls the hero "my girl/boy" so it makes it even better for the God of this world to do so.

Ingo has a breeding kink, so of course he adores it. Makes him think of a domestic life with their God

Volo is shitting himself. You're telling him he almost killed the child you consider to be your child. *fuck,shit,fuck* cue a sobbing apologizing Volo on his knees. He'd be begging for forgiveness.

However you ignore him, giving him pat on the head, saying that you'd deal with him later. You have a bigger issue to deal with

Kamado

Combine this with any of the other aus, perhaps the 30 ft tall one, and it gets so much better. =)

(Been hanging around here for a bit. Finally worked up the courage to send in something. Could I be known as Witch Anon?)

Welcome on in Witch Anon! Good to see you! （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ Honestly, I would adopt Akari/Rei. They deserve the best, especially after everything they’ve been through. I would throw hands.

Imagine, you get pulled into the game, you wake up with the hero above, concerned. Understandably, you are distraught and confused. They try and calm you down, and what catches your attention, is when they seem to cling to you. They tell you they have heard you this whole time, and have felt safe in your presence. You guide them, and try your best to keep them and their team happy and healthy. They didn’t mind someone taking control every so often, and were quick to figure out their world was a game to someone else’s. But they knew you were on their side, especially when you spoke up for them whenever something bad happened. They knew no matter what, you were in their corner. Especially when you started calling them your child. You cared for them more than any person here. So when they saw you laying on the ground, they immediately knew who you were. They had to protect you until you woke up, like you had protected them. You both discuss what to do from here, and they insist on taking you in as their guardian. You’re a little taken aback, but accept none the less. You did care for them, and you would protect this child with your life. Even if they ended up doing most of the protecting. It’s okay though, they are happy protecting you after all you’ve done for them. They insist on coming with you everywhere you go, and being there to protect you. Especially if you want to go see the village. You wonder why, but then they tell you it’s because of how the others may react to you. Others? That has you curious. The hero explains that the others are somewhat aware of your existance. Your voice, your face, all of it. Whenever the game was on, they’d either hear you or see you. You don’t know how to process that information. Other characters were also aware? They heard you, and some saw you? You feel your face flush. Oh god these people heard you, and all the dumb shit you’ve said. You hoped they didn’t hate you, and told the hero as such. They smile and shake their head. “No, they don’t hate their god. At least I don’t think so?” You stop mid step. A God? You ask for clarification. The hero looks at you, confused. They’re talking about you, silly! Who else? You are completely gobsmacked. They think you are a god? The hero shrugs. They are aware that there’s more to it than that, but it’s easier just to go along with it. Meanwhile your mouth is opening and closing like a fish. You aren’t a god, you assure them! The hero tells you they don’t mind if you are or aren’t, they’re just happy to have you with them. Getting to the village, however, is quite chaotic. Laventon is excited to meet you! You worked just as hard to help with the pokedex, and seemed to be a rather kind soul! You smile and tell him you are happy to help, and you couldn’t have done it without the hero, who you wrap an arm around like a parent to their kid. When he hears you call the hero your kid, it’s as if a lot of things click into place. Of course the hero would be your kid, not just your vessel! It explains why you are so protective of them too! He already loves Akari/Rei as his own, and its obvious the hero sees him as a father figure, and he already liked you a lot. When he’s alone, a thought crosses his mind. What if the hero saw you both as their parents? A blush covers his cheeks at the thought of being with you as a parent. It doesn’t sound so bad, the more he thinks about it. Ingo is another that loves the idea. He already likes you a lot, and knows you care about him quite a big deal from all the things he had heard you say about him. Ingo cares about the hero a lot as well, and feels a like a parent figure to them. So when he hears you call them your kid, he’s secretly ecstatic. He’s polite when talking to you, but inside, his mind is racing. He can’t help but daydream about you two together in a home, him cooking for you and the hero. He becomes flustered at the idea of providing for you both. The domesticity of it makes him flustered enough to pull down his hat while talking to you. The hero sees this though, and teases him about it later. Meanwhile, word gets around to Volo that the hero is more or less your kid, and you are very protective of them. He nearly screams and tears his hair out. Seriously?? The kid who he had fought, with the intention of getting rid of, was the kid of the true god??? Oh he was so upset. Expect him to find you two late at night, knocking on the hero’s door. Both of you are surprised to see Volo at the door. Not only that, but he looks like an absolute wreck. He gets down on his knees, and begs you both for forgiveness. He swears, he had no idea! He swears, even though he knew of your existence, he couldn’t stop himself! It was as if strings were controlling his every move! He babbles on and on to you two, and you nearly squeak in surprise when he grabs a leg, and is begging for forgiveness. You and the hero share a shrug. They had told you they were upset, yeah, but they didn’t hate him. You awkwardly pat his head, and tell him you’ll.... figure something out later. He betrayed the hero, and it would be up to them if he got forgiveness. He’s still upset, but let’s go of you, and agrees to leave. This wasn’t outright anger at him, and he would take anything he could get. Besides, you still had to deal with Kamado, who has seemingly been avoiding you this whole time. He was gonna get a tongue lashing when you finally got your hands on him for banishing your kid. Beni wasn’t safe either. Meanwhile, the hero has stars in their eyes. They are so lucky to have someone like you willing to protect them, especially after everything they’ve been through.

The 30ft au idea does make this a bit funnier. If anyone had any doubts you were a god (despite you telling them time and time again you weren’t one), they certainly felt you were now. Everyone thinks twice about ever hurting your kid, lest you come by to stomp on them. You wouldn’t, but hey, you weren’t going to correct them either. Anything to help people back off and keep your kid safe.

You think if Reader brought Ingo a shiny sneasel it would help jog his memory? (I can't be the only one thinking shiny Hisuian sneasel looks more like modern sneasel) I'd totally let him keep that shiny if it did, they'd be worth more to him then to me.

I lowkey see the resemblance. But just imagine this for a second:

Ingo's talking to you about the Hisuian Sneasels he and Lady Sneasler look after, saying stuff like "something tells me they didn't always look like this.." or "I faintly remember these creatures having...more bluish fur..?" but still being 90% unsure if that's true.

That's when you just toss out two pokeballs--one revealing a Shiny Sneasel and the other a Johtonian Sneasel you found in a time distortion bubble. They were tricky to catch but you just needed Ingo to see them.

"You're right, back in our time they did look like this." You explain. "And this one with the red feathers is actually an ice and dark type."

"How fascinating, my dear friend." He gazes at the two Sneasels as they walk up to him, taking great interest in the modern-day one. "Yes, yes...maybe my memory hasn't completely derailed after all! But if this is a descendant...what made them change their typing from poison to ice, and from fighting to dark?"

"Hmmm...maybe their environment changed? But anyway, I think you should keep them both. Observing their habits could help jog your memory!" You suggested

Of course, Ingo tries to politely decline, considering you've risked certain death trying to wrangle these two fierce Sneasels into pokeballs. He thinks you're worthy of keeping them, especially with how rare a shiny one is.

But you insist he could care for them better.

Besides, Lady Sneasler has taken a liking to them too......so he can't say no.

→ ❛One Way Train❜

→ Pairing ; Warden Ingo x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory.❜❜

→ Genre ; Romance , hurt/comfort if you squint

→ A/N ; Phew, one hefty fic out of the way, i admit i was initially gonna make it Ingo and not Warden Ingo but, it just seemed to fit better to have it done with the latter. Hope ya'll like it!

Reality, to most people, was nothing but a mere curse, something people werent fond of, something people escaped from on the daily, be it through games or through fantasy. It was something everyone, one way or another, wanted to run away from, at least to some extent. 

Some wished to escape for the sake of finding a new world, some wanted to escape for the sake of leaving situations that werent favorable for them, be it physically, mentally, or both, and then there were some who simply chose to escape from reality as is, no exact meaning about it. Be whichever it be, it is the truth for most people, perhaps, including you.

But for Ingo, this couldnt be farther from the truth. For him, the world as he knew, the “reality” that he knew grew to be a cold spectacle for tired eyes. Everyone he knew, everyone he had met and had exchanged words with. It was all nothing but code and strings of binary. At first, it all felt like a sick twisted game, something not meant for him to find out, something that went against everything that he once knew, but he knew that it was true, especially when he put every single little thing into consideration. 

The eyes of the trainer were hollow, empty, cold, a mere vessel for who was truly playing the cards of the reality he laid in—Not to mention, days and nights seemed to pass by rather quickly the more he focused on it, lasting only a few hours, it was intriguing in some sense, but in another, it was creepy. Trying to talk to other members about these findings would bring about one of two things: Either they were completely oblivious to these happenings, or they ignored him, as if he didnt exist.

But they never ignored you.

In fact, it was as if at times, their speech was mostly triggered by your presence alone, you being in the limelight caused them to be able to speak about certain topics, but Ingo knew better than to cause a disturbance on the reality he was set in. Was it a joke from Arceus? Was it a gift? A curse? To be aware of how hollow and empty things were once he realized something wasnt right? something wasnt adding up? He wanted to know so desperately, just as much as he wanted his memories to come back.

But they were just whispers, fleeting and ephemeral in the darkness of his mind.

At one point an idea would pop into his mind, simple enough for it to be a flame of curiosity sparking into his head, he’d try and focus on the moments he had experimented before, before looking ahead from his position to where you’d be. Usually, and another thing he had taken notice of, was the fact that everytime you seemed to “leave”, Akari would stop full on her tracks before disappearing, just like that, in thin air. It was an odd spectacle, sometimes it happened right beside him, other times it happened a few steps away from him, either way, it was… creepy, to say the least.

Thats why, when he saw you come in again, he didnt waste any time on trying to get to talk to you, even if it put at risk his own existence. He already had been at a standstill between doing what he had been doing up until now, and breaking free from those orders, in the end, he had nothing to lose.

“Excuse me” He’d begin, noticing as you turned around to face him, this was his chance. “Do you, know whats happening lately?”

“What… What’s happening…?”

And for the first time in what seemed to have felt days on end, perhaps months wondering what was happening around, he heard a voice, resonating across the plane he stood in like the wind, the sun, and the rain. He looked around for a moment, just to make sure he wasnt the only one who heard it, yet, it seemed like that was the case, the only one to be graced by such a miracle, he felt… eager to hear more.

“Excuse me, I know this might be very sudden” He continued, explaining carefully what was happening before saying. “Please, I just want to know whats happening lately”

“Whats… happening lately…?” Your voice resonated yet again, in clear confusion as you tried to also make sense of the situation “Are-Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I am speaking to you Akari… Unless that is not your name… How shall I refer to you then?”

That was the beginning of an unlikely conversation, where you tried to make amends with the world in which you were called, and Ingo tried to make amends with the world he was in. Ingo then learned that you were (y/n), a player for a game about Pokemon, and one where you had been the main player all along. Ingo wondered for long moments about it all, then, after all, he really had been living a lie all this time, had he not? A place that only exists in the palm of the hand of another, that only exists and is only alive when said another is playing it, it all felt hollow, but Ingo did his best to stay grounded, lest he wish to falter and screw this one chance up. 

He felt comfortable, though, hearing your voice, hearing you speak about all the things that conformed this world in the palm of your hand. You spoke to him about Pokemon not in Hisui, about pokemon he “used”, about chandeliers and moles, You also spoke to him about yourself, about what you did in your spare time, about what you did when you were bored, and how you managed to get through to this moment. You spoke to him about your history, and in return, he listened through the screen in a darkened room. He didnt know what you looked like, he didnt know what you were truly like, but time would bring afloat strings of love and of cherishment. It was slow, a slow burn candle that took days, weeks and perhaps even months before he started falling for someone he had met through unlikely means.

“Work was so boring… did I tell you about the problems my friends had?” You said once, standing right by Ingo in game as he listened intently, his silver eyes right over the figure of Akari. She didnt answer, she didnt look at him, but he could hear your voice nonetheless, and that was enough for him as is.

“I dont think so” Was his reply, with a warm smile. It was a rare occurrence, but lately he had been smiling more often, casually. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“Hm…” You stopped in your tracks for a moment, focusing on his smile, his face, everything.

Feelings werent one sided, by no means were they one sided. Truth to be told, you had been pinning on Ingo for a while now, emotions washing over you as you gazed over the man with a close watch, he was… perfect. To you he was perfection, a mirage in the darkness of your room. a mirage in the sadness of your world, you’d sigh before looking away for a few moments.

“Nah, its not that interesting” You’d say, not noticing the head tilt Ingo gave you as you focused on the elements of your room.

It was quaint, simple, just enough for you as you enjoyed life on a small flat in your city, and while it wasnt much, you were proud of yourself for leaving your parents home rather early, rather quickly, spreading your wings and flying off into the horizon. If only things were easier once in flight. 

The only thing illuminating your room was your tv, playing Pokemon Arceus non stop ever since you got to know Ingo was self aware, ever since he asked you what was happening. At first you were skeptical, but you grew to accept it. After all, did it hurt to believe in fairytales just for a moment?

“(y/n)?” He’d call out to you, your head turning quickly to the tv as you held you switch in your hands. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-Yes… Just, thinking”

“Oh?”

“...Just… You’re, real, right? Everything, all of this is, really happening, right?”

Silence covered the world for a long moment, only the sound of passing cars and crickets could be heard, the sound of the wind in game, of the pokemon. Ingo would think for a long moment before nodding, with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, I am really here.”

“... I just-”

“I’ll prove it to you, just you wait”

It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory. Albeit this time something was different, the sensation that filled him was far too different than what he did when he first talked to you, when he first explored the reality of his situation with you, things were simply different now, because he now had something to lose. Yet, he persisted. In the few moments you turned the switch off he’d spend the time exploring the world he was set in, with a completely different lense than when he wasnt aware of his reality as a person stuck in a videogame. At least that was a way to see it, wasnt it? You made him feel alive, young, everything a person should feel, then why, oh why wouldnt he try to get what he started to ache for?

It started with little things, crossing boundaries in the landscape, exploring past points where, naturally, there’d be nothing for him to see. He’d explore past the limits, and in between those limits would he find the complexities of the world he was in, the coding, the binary that he loathed previously was now at the palm of his hand, and, with ab objective at mind, the characteristic determination of the Subway Boss would kick in his mind, and thus, he’d play god within his own realm. What once was a comfortable routine, a comfortable space, had become claustrophobic, to be locked inside the confines of the place he was in, and he wanted out. He wanted to show you how much, that he was real, lest his morale falter, he didnt want to disappoint you after all.

So he’d work, day and night, anytime you werent home or you werent awake, he’d do his best to bring his dream to fruition with the very few knowledge of the mechanics of the world, but he was a fast learner, and he knew very well how to play the cards of any situation to his favor. It wouldnt be until one fateful night he’d find the answer to it all, exploring the code while you were at work, he’d stumble upon a void he hadnt seen before, like the strange outbreaks that sometimes occurred in the plains, he’d take a step forward, wanting to explore this new continent that could be what he had been waiting all these weeks. 

Carefully and slowly would he step out, one foot, second foot, then the body and the arms, and he’d find himself in a place that was reminiscent of what he had always heard. ‘My room isnt that much’ You had told him once, ‘Just a bed, some shelves with a bit of old merch, a few posters and, uhm… furniture…’. Everything was just like how you told him, perfectly still, perfectly set, everything was just, perfect.

He’d explore around your room for a few moments, his fingers grazing over the bed, the shelves, stopping on the figures of what seemed to be him only that, much younger, and someone else, a man dressed in white with an everlasting smile. His fingers would hoover above your desk, the little trinkets you had in your room, before he’d step outside of that small world into the rest of the apartment.

You’d be dispatched early from work when it happened, though, when you realized you had left your switch on and only you knew how much you’d have to pay for the electricity bills in the upcoming weeks. Usually you allowed your switch to stay off the television when it didnt need to charge, but most of the time you left it charging, just to ensure you wouldnt lose Ingo, just to ensure you wouldnt lose him. Afraid of loss (and your electricity bill, which had been quite hefty these past months), you’d run to your apartment, backpack on your shoulder and keys in your hand once you’ve reached it. Your apartment wouldnt have changed exponentially, if anything, it’d be just the same, only that a certain scent of the wild would come around. Reaching the living room though, you’d drop your backpack and your keys, seeing a scene unfold within your small world.

“Ingo?” You’d ask, watching the man who, once facing his back to you, now turned with a surprised expression before calm washed over him. “Is, Is that you?”

A myriad of emotions would cover your body, you’d be filled with surprise, anxiety, fear, confusion, and an inexplicable sense of longing. One that had followed you for a long, long time now. Ingo on the other side would sigh, as if he had been holding his breath ever since he had gotten there, he’d sigh and focus on the moment currently happening, walking towards you with care, carefully, as if wanting to say.

“Yes, it is me, darling”

You’d break down instantly, then, you knew to recognize the shape of those eyes, the color of them that was unique to him. Falling into the floor he’d hurry to catch you, holding you into your arms with love and care, he’d hold you close and run his fingers through your hair. You were here, he was here, it was a perfect miracle in your eyes, a beautiful moment in his, and even if he couldnt go back, he didnt care, just being here by your side was enough for him.

You cried in his arms, you laughed, you sobbed and you giggled, a heavenly mixture of emotions as they all crashed down on your body as you tried to make sense of it, but he hushed you down with sweet nothings, his calloused hands wiping away your tears. You could feel him, feel his scent, feel all of him, and it was serendipitous. 

“Im here” He’d say, clashing your foreheads together softly. “Im finally here, my love.”

Would you like to do Subma’s (separate) and warden Ingo with a Vampire! S/O. Just like general headcannons of what it’s like to live with them.

Vampire s/o’s for the win!

Cw : there is mentions of blood drinking, and I go into a bit of detail about that, so if that’s not your thing please don’t read! Other than that it’s safe!

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Emmet

- he’s a little sad you can’t join him in the day time, and so he messes up his sleep schedule a lot just to spent extra time with you! Emmet is very clingy, even in his slumber where he clings to you like you’re his teddy bear.

- Though he jumps up and mutely squeals when you surprise him at work! Sure you maybe carrying an umbrella to hide from the sun, but you risked it just to see him!!! He’s dragging you to his office, closing the curtains, and smothering you with kisses!

- If he works overtime, you usually come to walk home with him, since the sun has gone down, you don’t mind tagging along. He of course, holds your hand and tells you briefly about his day, before kissing your cheek over, and over, and over again.

- Emmet knows he needs to get up early if he wants to get anything done before work, but he gets so comfy next to you, cuddling you, and you look so peaceful sleeping. Until he’s alarm goes off once, then twice, then three times, and you’re nearly hissing at him to go to work so you can actually sleep the daylight away. Cue fake monotoned offended gasp and him slowly falling out of bed because you don’t love him, it gets you to laugh and it earns him a light kiss before he leaves for work.

- He doesn’t mind letting you drink from him, in fact he likes it! You always make sure he’s okay with it, make him cozy, turn on a fun few hour long video for some background noise, and gently bite him, slowly feeding from him. Emmet always finds these moments close and pleasant, how it feels almost intimate when you two are snuggled up, and feels like you’re kissing him. It’s nice!

- You don’t drink from him very long, only enough to satisfy you and for him to feel slightly light headed. He’s always so giggly afterwards, and loves to kiss you, or nuzzle against you.

- Absolutely makes dumb vampire jokes, or the classic ‘I’ve come to suck your blood.’ While having the worlds fakest accent, he’s a little shit and loves the deadpanned expression you give him, or the pained smile, cause he knows he’s about to get it back.

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Ingo

- Ingo is very attentive, and always has your feeding days scheduled on his calendar, notes, and reminders just so he won’t forget. He knows you get your blood from ethical sources, and you can’t always drink from him, as his blood needs time to replenish, but he always keeps them scheduled.

- When you feed from him it’s romantic, candles lighting the room after a nice meal, soft music playing in the background as you pull him to your lap. Kissing him, before slowly kissing down his neck and making a small bite to lick from. Your comforting hold on him makes him feel secure and loved, it’s easily one of his favorite things.

- He never expects or hopes you visit him at work, as much as it would be cute, he stresses over you even getting the smallest amount of sun touching your skin. He doesn’t want you to burn.

- However, he does get shocked when you do, only for him to realize he’s stayed way passed hours, and you’ve come to retrieve him. He tries to apologize, but you just ask to have your beloved back home, and it usually ends with you two walking home, enjoying the cool air of the night.

- Ingo has a hard time ruining his sleep schedule, even when he works late he’ll still wake up at the same time, so you take whatever time you can get with him. As a result, when it’s his day off, he waits until the sun goes down and takes you on a lovely date around town, or even a picnic! He loves just being able to treat you and pamper you.

- Sometimes, if you two are watching a movie with vampires in it, he will ask you questions and wants to know the history, or even if just what they are saying is accurate or not. He gets so excited, if vampire history will be something he’s extremely passionate and knowledgeable in, as it’s a way for him to be closer to you.

- Ingo is very sweet and loving, but honestly he can be a pain for a vampire. He wakes up with the sun for work, makes coffee, a light breakfast, showers, gets dressed, then leaves after kissing your forehead, all of this would be fine, if you had not just started dozing off when his alarm went off. Of course you know you can’t do anything about that, but it just gets mildly annoying every work day. He tries so hard to be quiet, but he fails every time and then tries to whisper an apology, but he doesn’t even know how to whisper. But he does make up for it on his days off.

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Warden Ingo

- Meeting you was an experience he could never forget, it felt too familiar, and just felt right. So he stuck beside you, even if you couldn’t join him in the day, it was so secret you’d join him at night. The other wardens and clan leaders know you, and have met you, even if they do question why you are never seen when the sun is out.

- Warden Ingo is quite protective of you, and refuses to tell anyone your secret, you trusted him to know, and he refuses to break your trust! He doesn’t want to be alone again. But he adores when you join him on late night walks around the highlands when he’s doing the last of his patrol, or when he can’t sleep.

- Unlike the other two, he can’t get enough of you feeding from him, and you often have to put your foot down and tell him you’re done. You don’t want to risk drinking him dry, but he looks so hurt when you do, even if he understands and always apologizes afterwards. It’s just when you hold him so lovingly, keeping him close and comfort, with your lips pressing firmly against his wrist or neck, before tenderly biting and sucking on the wound. It makes his mind go into overdrive, like he’s been here before, but it’s too blurry and too many things are being thought of at once! If you just keep going he might remember more!

- You’re not mad at him for this, understanding that he just wants to remember who he use to be. You always whisper your love for him afterwards, letting him rest and sleep against you as he grows tired.

- As stated most villagers only see you at night, and occasionally see you and Ingo on dates at these times too! You’re well liked to those you have met, even Akari and Rei have somewhat adopted you as one of their guardians, since Ingo is like their uncle. They are stunned at the strength and speed you hold, it’s stuff of legends! And they can’t help but blabber away about how cool you are. Though it does make some people suspicious of you.

- Warden Ingo defends your honor and your name with a stern voice, once that shakes even Melli to the bone with how fiercely he protects your name.

- But most of all, the Warden loves coming back to his yurt to you, looking like you hadn’t been awake very long, making dinner for him. His heart melting at that soft ‘welcome home.’ You give him with a yawn, your fangs peeking from your lips.

- His memories will come back when they wish to, for now he will enjoy his moments with his beloved.

- Much like his Unovan counterpart, he wakes up with the sun, but unlike him, Warden Ingo actually knows up to get up from your shared bed without making a sound. The only way you know he’s gone is when you slowly start to wake up from the warmth slowly fading from his spot. He’s just about to put his shoes on when you let out a muffled “Ingo?” And like that he’s rushing back to you, apologizing for waking you, but kissing you on your forehead, cheek, and lips if you’re awake enough, before promising he’ll be back shortly after making his rounds.

Minecraft Warden Submas 2 nsfw

Cw:

noncon, monster fucking, kidnapping, Submas alittle ooc??, yandere,

Their bodies are made of a solid mass your sword doing hardly anything to their carapaces.

One of them grabs your grip like iron it felt as though they were crushing your bone as they forced you to the ground. grabbing the blade of your sword with ease and throwing it into the darkness. The Silver Eyes beam down at you, their hearts in the middle beating faster, still keeping you restrained, crouching to your level. Pressing their full bodies against you. The two beings reek of blood and death. grimly reminding you that their last meals weren't too long ago.

Cold, ice cold.

"warm..."

"Verrry warm"

You're warm soft fleshy body against theirs felt so nice but what they really wanted.

"sing more for us."

" More of your beautiful screams dear?"

Everything about you just made them feel things they have never felt before you're beautiful voice made them feel good and your warm body against them was something new entirely. they needed more.

The darker Warden was especially attracted to your scent. his Stone Cold face nuzzling against your tummy. His glowing claws scratched against the stone as he lowers his face down down down so he reached what felt like two plush pillars in his way of the sweet scent. you could only whimper shaking in fear feeling the other one's claws poke and prod at your soft skin making sure he feels every curve and every inch of your body memorizing every little thing until he has you burned into his mind, cooing at your soft noises every time his claws would dig in your skin a little too rough. He doesn't want to break you. Emmet hasn't yet decided if he wanted to keep you or not

You jump when the warden in front of you rap says Clawed hands around your legs pushing them open, only took growl in frustration when something else blocked. he forgot the useless Rags humans wear. he kept your legs spread with one hand has his claws dig into the leather tearing them with one tug.

But nothing else in his way all he felt was more heat but that's sweet smell was Stronger now beckoning him... To taste.

You heard sickening cracks coming from the monster in front of you his face splitting as his frown seem to get bigger his jaw unhinging revealing multiple long appendages slithering from his mouth. your whimpers turn into panic sobs which made the warden behind you purr in delight.

Your moans was a completely new song to your captors. the melody coming from your mouth was sort of hypnotic in a way, addicing made them want to listen more and more, made them want to give you more and more. your melodies seems similar in some way.

It wasn't before long when you moaned again this time arching your back you're cum flooding the warden's mouth.

Your scent, your taste, your noises, hitting him all that once. that's when he realized why you in particular caught their interest, the reason why your sweet scent and Angelic voice attracts them.

Mate

The word in his mind is so clear the realization so sudden it accidentally falls from his "lips"

"mate" the one between your legs snarled. A sound of rattling bones or an echoing cave a sound that will surely haunt you nightmares. The Smiling one widen his eyes in shock.

Human as a mate? sounds absurd but now that his brother mentioned it they did smell like one maybe that's why they are so attracted attracted to their voice.

Immediately their tone changed. The Smiling one immediately stopped poking and prodding at you instead he moved you closer. you hear a hollow rumbling noise behind you.

P-purring?!

"m-mm Mate t-tastes soo good, soo soft." the one between your legs quivers.

The other one behind you quickly chiming in "wanna mate with them is my turn! Want to make them feel good,"

What.

Not too long ago they were trying to kill you they seemed pretty adamant on killing you after they poked and prodded you a little.

Smiling one suddenly treating you gently and carefully laid your head against the stone as he eagerly took his place between your legs his brother moving away probably taking his place beside you. as the 10 ft tall warden tries to move you within his lap you shake your head your hands pushing against his chest. The Smiling warden exchanged a look with his brother.

The frowning warden immediately responses

" well killing them was on the schedule..."

" our apologies mate, we did not know "

"we are verrrry sorry. I promise we'll be very good to you from now on"

" will protect you, and you'll never leave our sides ever."

You only shake your head trying to squirm away but again there's so much stronger than you that you could barely move an inch.

The Smiling Warden the frowning one go quiet for a second before the smiling Warden speaking.

" we'll show you that we could be good mates."

They'll just be like humans and maybe you'll be more comfortable, human actually uses their names human actually use their names right do maybe... the Sideburn tentacle things light up transferring his idea to his brothers which begin to light up as well.

"I'm Ingo" the frowning warden sayes before nudging to his brother " this is emmet"

Wardens don't have names they don't need them but for you, these names will be just fine.

"Im Emmet!" The Smiling one says

"Now that you know everything about us, we still want to know everything about you~” ingo purrs"

" as you have noticed we cannot see verrrry well,but we can be verrry sensitive to touch, and scent, and taste," emmet states his sharp claws brushing through your hair.

" my brother has already tasted you and I want to feel you"

Your eyes catch something glowing looking in horror as you see something begin to grow between his legs. apart in his carapace that seemed softer than the rest. and something seem to have started to protrude from a slit in that part of his body. it's soft skin twinkling like stars, the appendages yes two of them looked big thick, hard, also flexible like tentacles.

Looking at them scared you. you yelped when Emmet dragged you closer feeling the cold slimy appendages grind against your entrance.

" we want to know everything about you, inside and out, you'll make plenty of nice noses for us won't you dear?"

hinge!submas smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🥭 anon (20/05/23) [6/6]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet, ingo

outline ; “🥭 anon here! I’m so happy you’re willing to give my Submas request a shot even if it’ll take a while!! ✨ take as much time as you need, because I’m desperate to see content for these sillies and perfection takes time so I can wait~ I’d like to request sfw and nsfw general relationship headcanons for the Submas bros (separate headcanons and poly headcanons) with a male reader If possible!! 👉👈 also I appreciate that you write for male readers I think that’s great!!!!!!!!!!!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, threesomes, semi public sex, exhibitionism & voyeurism

note ; to state the obvious, the twins share a partner but are not involved with each other

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

generally speaking threesomes aren’t particularly common because the two have very mismatched libidos — emmet’s being extremely high and ingo’s being quite low

so you’re more likely to have sex with emmet than ingo on a day to day basis

that being said when they do happen, threesomes with these two are mind blowing

being identical twins, they’re equal in size and they’re both much larger and thicker than average — meaning you’re going to be filled in every hole they’re in

the most common position with both of them is spit-roasting — having one brother in your mouth and the other in your hole whilst you suck one and fuck the other (they alternate which is which)

but they’re also up for sandwiching you — with both of being in your ass

emmet is a switch and is far more adventurous and risky than his brother, whilst ingo is much more dominant and conservative with where he’ll have sex with you

he is, however, willing to cover for you and steer people away when you and emmet are having a particularly risky fuck (usually in one of the carriages on his subway)

ingo will occasionally scold emmet for being too bratty/mouthy in bed if he starts getting on his nerves, but he’ll leave the actual punishment up to you and focus on pleasuring you instead

there are times where one of the brothers will be pleasuring you (orally or anally) whilst the other watches and gives instructions or commentary (‘bravo! he seemed to like that’ or ‘you should be rougher. he enjoys that.’ for example)

whilst emmet is much more likely to start pleasuring you in a public setting (subtle handjobs for example), ingo does enjoy watching you squirm and try to keep quiet and might join his brother in trying to get you to react — but only if you don’t have a direct audience

they both enjoy marking you, so i hope you enjoy wearing turtlenecks or wearing foundation on your neck

when it comes to aftercare, emmet usually takes care of the fetching food and drink whilst ingo talks you through what happened and cleans you up

they want to make sure you’re okay in the aftermath — and you do the same for them to make sure that they don’t experience sub drop or dom drop respectively

I had this scenario on my mind but I don't know how to translate it but- The Twins and Warden Ingo (separate) with a reader that comes off as creepy but in actuality, they're really normal and funny to be around once you get past their creepy appearance. Like, they're not outcasts or anything it's just that people find it hard to approach them because of how off-putting they look.

Submas x Spooky Reader | Warden Ingo x Spooky Reader

The twins had a concerning message at two different points of the day. There was a strange man muttering to himself, riding the morning train and evening train. It was worrying people, the way he was talking so you were unfortunately reported twice. The first time, you weren't caught, by the time the report was made you already left the station but you were caught on surveillance. When the second report came out, both twins were already aware of who you are and what you looked like.

When you were on your evening train, the one you take back home, you were approached by Ingo. He made note of your slightly disheveled appearance, your unkempt hair, your untied shoelaces, and a strange stain on your shirt. He had heard you mumbling when he entered the train and began to ask you questions. You look at him with wide eyes, starting back and forth to your appearance and to him and immediately apologize, speaking in a louder tone for him to hear you. It wasn't your fault! You worked with young children for a summer program that was basically summer school without a harsher curriculum that would encourage brain development with various activities. Today the children were painting and one of the students spilled their paint cup on you, leaving a red and brown stain on your white shirt. You immediately showed Ingo your work i.d. card to prove that you worked with the company and he looked it up. Now it was his turn to apologize! When Emmet reaches up with you two at the next station, Emmet catches up to speed but does ask why you were mumbling. Your eyes widen and you immediately get flustered by you try your best to explain. You have a Pokemon hiding in your shadow, they're so withdrawn that they hide constantly unless you're at home. This intrigues the twins as they come up with a guessing game to try and figure out what Pokemon it could be. The evening train is much more pleasant with another human to talk to and the three of you eagerly chat away until you reach your home, everyone looking forward to tomorrow. ~~ You were an interesting person in Hisui, having fallen from the sky. It wasn't exactly clear when you got here but you fortunately found yourself working for the Galaxy Expedition Team as a Security Officer. You protected the gates of Jubilife Village, ensuring the safety of everyone but people thought of you as an odd person. Though you were nice and a strong trainer, you were often seen mumbling to yourself. People would try to catch you, to see who you were talking to, but rumors began to speculate you were speaking with ghosts, former villagers of the town. Warden Ingo is eventually introduced to Jubilife Village when he assists the Hero of Hisui with their quest and makes a permanent home there. He offers you a battle to which you agree but he gets confused when you have 6 pokeballs but only 5 pokemon to battle with. You tell him it's a secret. Then one day, while the two of you were enjoying a nice meal, a drunk sailor, one of the merchant traders try to interrupt you. Calling you cruel names, you and Ingo get up to leave, deciding to go talk at the beach when this stranger continues to follow you. He almost gets into an altercation with you when suddenly, your shadow materializes and knocks him off his feet. The man then runs away, screaming that you were a demon. Ingo stares at you, wide eyed but he trusts you, "May I ask what that was?" he asks politely. You bite your bottom lip and pinch your fingertips, you trust him and hope that your pokemon did too. You glance around your surroundings first to make sure no one is near before you whisper out a name... Your shadow then materializes once again but takes on the form of the Pokemon: Darkrai, the nightmare pokemon. Ingo stares in shock as he quietly approaches, "Is he your secret 6th?" "Yes, he um...I found him a long time ago. Running away from hunters. I knew about his abilities and told him to hide in my shadow. Since then, he's always been with me. He's my friend." Ingo hums thoughtfully before nodding his head, giving Darkrai a small smile. "I must thank you for what you did, you were protecting us." Darkrai lets out a low grumble and nods his head as well before slinking away back into your shadow. "Well that explains your peculiar charms of talking to your shadow," he says with a light chuckle. "I will keep this a secret, but I would love it if you entertained the idea of us battling with them as well." You sigh relieved, feeling like the night couldn't be any safer.

Hello! could I request Warden Ingo with a S/O who is from Hisui and is so kind it could break the universe. I can just imagine This S/O would be so protective over him at the beginning but as time goes on, Ingo becomes the one protective over his S/O.

(Okay I am so so sorry this turned into an actual essay my friend)

Of course!! I love protective reader stuff, because that’s just how I am. Mother hen instinct. Also, since you said the reader is from Hisui proper, I decided to make them a member of the Pearl Clan for the sake of the story, but let me know if that’s not what you had in mind! Will also be defaulting to a masc reader, but if you’d rather have it be more GN leaning you can let me know about that too!

cw: minor death and injury mention, discussions of disassociation

Like Home — Warden Ingo x Reader

⬛️ — Everything had been moving really slowly since that rift opened up. Everyone was extremely cautious, and for the most part, the clan leader and the wardens were the only ones who left the settlement for any decent length of time.

⬛️ — Things had gotten especially stressful when one of the strange and powerful Pokemon that rift had spit out killed the warden of Lady Sneasler, leaving the entire clan, unshakable wardens included, on edge. What was one of your clan’s most exalted nobles to do without a warden? Little did anyone in the Pearl Clan know a solution would fall right into your laps, and for you, it would be something much more.

⬛️ — Another cautious day had gone by in relative silence, you and your Pokemon companion busy cutting firewood for the settlement, when your clan leader and a few other clan members came running into the village making a huge fuss about something that happened. This had everyone’s attention, naturally, and everyone who was out of their homes gathered around Irida and her small traveling party to learn what happened. When you joined the crowd, one hand on your Pokémon’s head, you were shocked to see one of the stronger people who had gone out with Irida that day holding what looked to be an unconscious person dressed in strange, battered clothes.

⬛️ — Apparently they’d all gone to check on Lady Sneasler while who her replacement warden would be was still up in the air, and the party had found this man in bizarre garb in her den she had apparently found and was looking after. Not to mention she was delighted when Pearl Clan members showed up because now there were knowledgeable humans here who could take care of him with human medicines! And now here you all are, the entire Pearl Clan gathered around staring at this one strange guy, debating what the best course of action would be.

⬛️ — Of course just about everyone in the clan wants to help, it’s just a matter of who to entrust this to and how it should be handled. And bleeding heart that you are, you volunteer almost immediately to shelter the recovering stranger in your tent. And that’s how you personally decided that from here on out, this guy was your responsibility.

⬛️ — You were patient with him when he first woke up, as he was obviously dazed and confused. Thankfully he’d been in Hisui for some time before the Pearl Clan found him, maybe a week or so, so the absolute panic crisis that is realizing he can’t remember anything is kind of a “been there done that” thing. You’re still shocked to hear it, though, and even if the initial terror of the situation to him has already worn off he’s clearly still troubled by it.

⬛️ — His name is Ingo. You’re immediately taken by his quirky way of speaking, that extra air of formality he addresses you and everyone else with and his tendency to just blurt out what he’s feeling in that booming voice of his. He says a lot of things you don’t understand, has catchphrases that could practically be another language to you with how little sense they make, and he’s always reflexively doing this big pointing pose that’s so over the top, you can’t help but laugh a little when he does it. When he eventually does get moving again, the entire Pearl Clan finds him just as strange and you can’t tell if he’s aware or not.

⬛️ — But before that kind of recovery happens, during those initial first days where you’re at his bedside examining his injuries and kindly bringing him warm meals and medicine, he never stops asserting how thankful he is. He’s extremely well-mannered and no matter what you do for him he gives you the most heartfelt of thanks. So even if he’s hard to understand sometimes, he’s made it abundantly clear he’s grateful for your care. Even if, later on, he gets a bit antsy to move around and you have to keep dragging him back to his bedroll. No, Ingo, you still have vertigo and if you go outside to help gather logs as thanks for everything you WILL stumble onto a bad patch of ice and break your neck. Ingo, no, I don’t need any help patching this hole in the tent, you stay on your feet too long and that fracture won’t heal right, sit down. Damn it, Ingo, those cuts on your hands JUST healed you are not helping me start the cooking fire, you’re going to get blisters like a motherfucker.

⬛️ — It was only natural you two grew very close. Natural protective instinct kicks in pretty quick. I mean, the more you talk to Ingo, the more you realize he’s been through so, so much and the more your heart aches for him. You’d never say it to his face, but sometimes you just want to wrap your arms around him and hold him so the cruel world can’t hurt him again. ...But that’s weird. And you probably shouldn’t be saying that to someone you’ve only known for a month now. 

⬛️ — When Ingo finally does make a full recovery and the clan not only welcomes him in as a proper member, but also decides the surprisingly natural connection he made with Lady Sneasler made him a perfect fit to be her new warden, you’re cheering him on the entire time. Even if he doesn’t necessarily understand what’s happening.

⬛️ — You admittedly find yourself getting a bit sad after he makes his recovery and starts tending to Sneasler a lot more. Of course, he’s fitting in well with the clan now and has something to occupy his time, and you absolutely want that for him, but... you miss him. You miss constantly hearing all his weird expressions about “tracks”, “engines” and “terminals”, you miss his funny pose that you noticed he started to do more when he realized it made you laugh, and you even miss him being stupidly and dangerously polite as he pushes himself to try and help out with anything that needed doing.

⬛️ — Oh and that’s not even mentioning the protective instinct. You miss him, and you’re worried about him. He’s not from Hisui, how’s he doing in the wilds on his own when he travels to the highlands? Is he getting enough to eat, is he pushing his injured leg too hard? When you finally vent about all of these feelings to one of your friends in the clan, they laughed and playfully clapped you on the back, telling you they weren’t sure if you wanted to marry him or adopt him. (You just about strangled them.)

⬛️ — When he recovered, Irida helped put together a home of his own, so he was no longer living with you. Which made it all the more (pleasantly) surprising when that very same night after you told your friend about all this, Ingo turns up at your doorstep. He’s very polite, of course, tipping his hat to you and ever so kindly requesting to be let in, which you oblige. In the firelight, you can see all the snow clinging onto his dark coat, and it’s kind of hard to resist fussing over him making sure he’s not freezing.

⬛️ — When you ask him what brought him here at this hour, he motions for you to kneel down beside your fire pit with him. When you’re both seated, you see him think about something for barely a second before he’s talking to you.

“I confided in Lady Sneasler today. Unsurprisingly, I received no direct answers, as I cannot understand the Pokemon language, but I feel some level of clarity after doing so.”

“Oh? What about?”

“I feel… many complex things about this place. I do not understand the extent of it myself. There is, unfortunately, quite a lot of things, even in my own head, that I do not understand myself…”

“Ingo are you… okay?”

“Hm? Yes! As okay as I can be, I suppose. I must confess not wholly, but I think you are already quite familiar with why. But that is not what brought me here. Well—it is, I suppose, but I find it to be only tangentially related.”

“Right. Go on.”

“I have… spent much of my time here in Hisui like a ghost, I feel. At times, I am not even aware of when I’m moving or where I’m going. I would call it derailment, but that would imply I would stop once I was off those rails—but alas, all these diverging tracks keep being laid and I sometimes shock myself with how much I have moved or how many tasks I have accomplished without being aware my hands were even my own. I am thinking. Thinking very often, yes. The things I’ve forgotten haven’t escaped fully, they feel so close, and yet so far. Incomplete thoughts taunt me so. I know the names of the things I loved, yet I cannot visualize them. I can see loved ones in my mind’s eye, but they have no names. I know Hisui is not my home, but I do not know where home is. It is all… very tiring. Leaving the confines of my own head is a great challenge, and I only recently became aware that it was a problem to begin with.”

“Wow, Ingo, I… I don’t even know what to—“

“But there is one thing I have to hang onto, and I feel terribly ashamed to have not realized this sooner. Hisui is not my home. I know this. These lands are foreign to me and it’s a marvel I don’t become lost entirely all those times my body has left the station without giving my mind a chance to catch up. I look around here and feel nothing, it is all just new and strange land which means nothing to me, and so I am left with my thoughts once again. …But this was not a problem when I was with you. It is why, I believe, it took me so long to realize this was an issue at all. Because in all the time we spent together, you so kindly tending to my wounds in all your generosity, I do not recall feeling so lost. Or, if I did, I do not remember it. I did not understand Lady Sneasler’s actual words, but when I shared this with her, she seemed to be almost urging me to depart and find you. And so, here I am, rambling on, if just to say… I… I did not think I understood what ‘home’ was anymore until I looked back on the time I spent with you. Mhm, I do not wish to sound so dependent, but with you things are simply… safe.”

⬛️ — And all the while as he’s pouring his heart out to you, his face is getting redder and redder and the brim of his hat lower and lower as he tries to hide his face. And hearing all that, there’s a lot you’re feeling, but just…

⬛️ — The only thing you can think to do his pull him close like you’ve always wanted to and whisper: “To be honest, I’ve always hoped that’s how I made you feel.”

⬛️ — Needless to say, you became a couple pretty shortly after that, to the surprise of literally none of your friends and neighbors.

⬛️ — Your protective nature just goes full force anymore, and Ingo kind of lets it happen. Yeah, you definitely do baby him from time to time, but he rolls with it. With how confusing everything about his life is anymore, it’s a welcome thing. You aren’t exactly charging into battle, weapon in hand ready to fight some foe to the death for his sake, but you might as well be doing that, because everything you do makes him feel so… safe in such an uncertain world.

⬛️ — He’s literally forever stuck as the little spoon at night but he’s okay with it, he feels safe in your arms and you feel at ease knowing he’s right there beside you, and not out somewhere on his own in the wilds. You’re always quick to make dinner before he can even offer to do it, and you check his old, healing wounds frequently to make sure they keep healing properly. Nothing brings you more joy than seeing that spark of happiness light up his usually glassy eyes when you pull him in for a hug or kiss him on the cheek when he comes home at the end of the day.

⬛️ — As he trusts you more and more, his hat comes off a lot more frequently, and that’s when you learn he has a particular weakness for you petting his hair. And you’re happy to oblige. It does seem that through all the stress Hisui has him under, his hair has thinned immensely, but that’s not something you feel the need to mention.

⬛️ — Everything is perfect bliss, and as your relationship develops, while you’re busy obsessing over Ingo being taken care of, you start to notice he’s actually just as protective over you, but in a different way—and it has your heart even more. You’re so used to caring for others, and having someone return the favor with such gusto is incredible.

⬛️ — Knowing your kindness, Ingo’s always looking out to make sure you’re not taken advantage of. It has led to some awkward misunderstandings, considering Ingo has no filter and no sense of hesitation when it comes to blurting things out, so he has told off people he only heard say something a bit concerning out of context to you. (He’s always apologetic though, he’s terribly sorry, he doesn’t know what came over him there. Well, you know what came over him, and it’s how in love he is with you, but you don’t say anything.) In disagreements with Diamond Clan or Galaxy Team members he’s always right by your side, holding your hand cautiously. Even though you’re the Hisui native, when you go into the wilds together, he’s the one leading the way and willing to charge full force into Pokemon battles to keep the two of you safe.

⬛️ — (Now, okay, you have to admit he’s a ridiculously talented battler, but this behavior has led to some rather comical friction between you two, with you chasing after him warning him that he needs to consider his own safety too while he marches ahead and pretends not to hear you.)

⬛️ — The injuries either of you have sustained while looking out for one another are altogether minor, but those moments usually result in one of you sternly chiding the other for being reckless while you tend to their wounds. And then you both do it again. Because you can tell each other to control the mother hen instinct all you want, but lord knows you’re not taking your own advice.

⬛️ — So things get a bit messy at times, but any disagreements are usually laughed off or settled pretty quickly. You know how the other thinks now and both of you know you just want the best for one another.

⬛️ — The Pearl Clan is so proud of you. The overprotective mom friend of the settlement has finally met their match in more ways than one. You two are kind of like a comedy act sometimes, watching both of you fight over who the human shield is if an Alpha Pokemon ever attacks you two.

⬛️ — But even with all these light, funny disagreements, you two know what you’re doing in this relationship. Ingo genuinely does look out for you when you’re doing business with the Galaxy Team, and he’s barked at quite a few shady merchants who have tried to cut you a bad deal. You spoonfeed him soup when he inevitably gets sick from the cold of the Alabaster Icelands while he blearily mumbles thanks and “I love you”s. His incredible battling skill chased off an Alpha Garchomp that could have very well killed you both, all while he kept himself firmly planted between you and the attacking Pokemon. You hold him at night, gently pressing your forehead to his and whispering soft comforts when his memory is straining harder than usual.

⬛️ — You look out for each other at all times. And sometimes, at night when he’s particularly drowsy and (somehow) even less aware of what he’s saying, he’ll lay his head on your chest and quietly thank you helping him remember what it means for something to feel like home.

Little Wishes

Getting back into the swing of things eyo

🍓🍓🍓

Your touch brushes against his cheek. Ingo snaps his eyes to you, wide and incredulous. He starts to turn, but you make a noise of protest, so he stills. Your thumb follows the line of his cheekbone, almost petting along his skin.

As strange as it is, it feels nice. Ingo leans into your touch as it pulls away, lips puckering into a small pout until you show him your hand.

“An eyelash!” You chirp. True to form, there’s a faint, silver eyelash on your thumb. “They’re hard to catch on you since your hair is so light, but I saw it anyway!”

“Thank you.” Ingo says.

“Go on!” You urge. Ingo looks to you. You’re grinning, wide and lopsided, bright as the sun above. “Blow on it and make a wish!”

Ingo blinks once, twice. The little superstition sounds so oddly familiar. In the back of his head he can see his own face, grinning and holding up a puffball of a flower.

“Blow on it!” His image demands in a voice that is not his own. “Make a wish!”

With a careful hand, Ingo takes your wrist, steadying your thumb. He blows, low and swift like he’s playing his flute. The eyelash disappears from your hand, lost in the breeze.

“I wish-” Ingo starts, only to be cut off by the press of your hand to his mouth.

“Don’t tell me!” You gasp, still grinning. Your eyes are sparkling with mirth, hypnotizing Ingo. He nods into your palms. “It won’t come true if you tell me!”

You drop back with a laugh. Ingo marvels the simple joy you display. He knows you’re strangers, but a part of him missed your carefree happiness. Simple and pure, so warm within his chest as he witnesses the creasing of your face as your nose wrinkles and your eyes scrunch up.

Did he know you? Before all this? Did you know him?

Did you miss him how he missed you?

“But what if it already came true?” Ingo asks you. You give a snort, head cocking to the side. You don’t understand. “My wish.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask through a giggle, but Ingo just wraps his arms around your waist, dragging you into his embrace. You don’t protest one bit, nuzzling against his torn up collar. “Ingo.”

The playfulness of your voice, calling his name so sweetly, makes Ingo desperate to find more simple pleasures for you both.

Hopefully his hug will suffice for now.

🍓🍓🍓

Miss the goobers T-T (it’s been like two weeks)

~Renee

Some SFW + NSFW 🔞 Warden Ingo x Reader HCS about being touch starved

SFW ⛅

Getting into a relationship with Warden Ingo would be realizing how terrible this man is at taking care of himself

He spends all of his time helping out around the clan, interacting with the Galaxy team or serving Lady Sneasler and her kits.

He has a yurt inherited from the previous warden, but it is in some disrepair and lacking a lot of basics.

He'd managed to get a little collection of supplies, but not nearly enough.

When you make him his first home-cooked meal in Arceus-knows-how-long, he actually cries happy tears.

You help him fix up his home, get him blankets, make it feel lived in.

He surprises you both when he remembers how to make a few Unovan dishes, though he has no what they're called.

You insist on giving him massages to help his aches and forcing him to moisturize against the cold.

He had no idea how badly he missed just being in the company of someone dear.

So, so, so very touch starved. The first time you hug him he has to stop himself from begging you to not let go.

He is surprisingly affectionate despite how intimidating he may appear. He loves holding hands, cuddling, and just generally sharing space with you.

NSFW 🌃

He doesn't care who's on top or in charge as long as he gets to be intimate with you, because either way he is absolutely desperate for your touch

He asks as politely as possible, ears red and eyes turned away from your face, for permission just to hold you against him

So when you ask him if he would like more, he nearly has a heart attack before pulling his hat over his blushing face

"O-only if you want to, darling, you don't have to do that for me."

He's loud during sex, letting out praise and moans and begging oh so sweetly for you to keep going, touching him, kissing him, putting your body against his.

When you take his hands from where they are fisting the sheets and place them on your body he nearly dies on the spot. You're so soft and warm and he lets out such a deep, broken groan as he cums inside you

He looks at you like you are the most precious thing in the world

And yeah, the first few times are quick, but you know he's been pent up for so long and he's very good at making it up to you

Goes down on you like a man possessed. Seriously make sure your schedule is cleared. You're his for a week after the first time.

Can I request Warden Ingo with a wanderer reader that sometimes disappears for long periods of time but always comes back?

Even before you two got together, Ingo knew that you tended to venture off into the region on your own without warning.

Of course, he trusts that you can take care of yourself..you’re more familiar with these lands than him. And you do tell him your precise destination. Plus, you always keep Pokémon with you for protection.

Yet as a wanderer..you get sidetracked a lot, especially with the rift opening space-time distortions and mass outbreaks happening all over Hisui. Not to mention the many Alpha Pokémon sometimes chasing you off-course and leaving you lost.

Regardless, you always come back to Jubilife Village or one of the Pearl Clan settlements; as soon as he hears the news of your return, Ingo will come running from wherever he is just to hold you in his arms.

“Excellent! I’m glad you had a safe travel back to the village, my dear!”

Sometimes you’ll get lectures about “derailing” from your original destination and other...weird train lingo like “safety checks” and “stopping at the red light” (which meant that you shouldn’t approach the Alpha Pokémon with glowing red eyes).

You loved him for that anyways. It was amusing..perhaps he was a train conductor in the time he came from.

The only time Ingo was genuinely freaked out is when you vanished for an entire week and nobody knows your whereabouts.

He couldn’t sleep, worried that you were badly hurt somewhere and couldn’t call for help, or worse...

You weren’t going to come back at all.

Even Lady Sneasler picks up on it, helping him calm down and suggesting that they both searched Hisui together. 

But as Ingo laments on the fact you could literally be anywhere in the region....

You suddenly show up at his post, a Shiny Alpha Garchomp in-tow.

It turns out you’ve spent days tracking this one after discovering something quite intriguing about it and several more days trying to catch it and train it.

“Believe it or not, this fella’s skin has a veryyyy slight pigmentation that was different from the Alpha Gabite I saw-” You begin rambling until you notice Ingo on the verge of tears bc you were badly bruised and scratched up from trying to catch it.

Lady Snealser gives you the stink eye while you’re comforting him and apologizing for going away longer than expected..until you promise to go on shorter excursions and not risk your life trying to catch Shiny Alphas.

Day 14 - Working Late

Contrary to what most people say, there are a few hours each night in Nimbasa city when the lights dim and the music stops. But the city only grinds to a halt after everyone is fast asleep, so almost no one is around to witness this phenomenon. Almost.

The light of a lone desk lamp just barely reached the furthest corners of the room, coloring Ingo’s papers a faint orange that’s broken up by black ink and shadows. He muttered to himself, checking and double-checking his work, only stopping to let out a long yawn before getting right back to work. So absorbed in his work, he didn’t even notice someone approaching until he saw a new shadow slides across his desk.

“How much more do you have left?”

The question was asked in earnestness, but still left a sense of guilt settling deep in his gut. Technically Ingo had already finished everything due by tomorrow - or is it today? - but the stack of incomplete work still loomed over him. It wasn’t even halfway there. If he were to come to a stop now, surely it would just mean more work further along the line, wouldn’t it?

“I should have everything completed in an hour at most.” Ingo spoke as softly as he could, not wanting to cause any disturbance, but did it sound convincing? “But please, there’s no need to delay for my sake.” A few seconds later, he heard footsteps slowly fade away from him. He refused to check the time and instead went back to work. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could go to bed. Another yawn forced Ingo to halt and close his eyes for a split second.

When he opened them again, there was a glass of water and a plate with half a sandwich.

“If we’re gonna be up late, we may as well have a midnight snack.”

You look at Warden Ingo, then down at the cup in his outstretched hand. Rather than putting it on the table and risk spilling onto the research notes, you take it off his hands. Tea might not be the best thing to have in the middle of the night, but it’s certainly a warm welcome.

“Thank you so much.”

You move to the side to let Warden Ingo take a seat next to you. He smiles behind his cup.

Ingo’s S/o, jolts awake: What happened there? The last thing I remember is feeling very drowsy and tired. I can’t remember anything at all after that- Were we attacked?

Ingo: Yes, I-S/o. It’s called falling asleep. You should be doing it every night.

Female zoroark hybrid reader x warden ingo head cannons that are nsfw?

Yes!👀

Zoroark Hybrid Reader x Warden Ingo hcs

Reader is afab with she/her pronouns

Nsfw

slight Breeding kink

You were a Pokemon hybrid said to be stronger than normal humans yet he somehow was stronger, letting out an inhuman growl that made you whimper and submits to him. "P-please..." you would whine, only for him to shut you up with his mouth while he takes you. Telling you to save your bratty energy for his cock.

He would coo at the wonton sounds you make when his hand digs into your long flowing hair and pulls, forcing you back against him, as he bucks his hips, his cabin filling with the sounds of skin against each other

He's obsessed with your ears. nipping and playing with them rubbing or scratching them when he's balls deep inside or pulling at them when you need punishment. Your little nub tail wagging when your ass is red with his handprints

During your heats, you only got worse pulling at ingo's torn coat, calling out his name and title in that pleading voice, "Warden Ingooo!" whining and crying for him to breed you. Pawing for him from his bed that you claim as your nest. your fingers plunging deep inside over and over waiting for him to come home, you're on the verge of tears because it's not enough you need him. .by the time he does come back, his room smells of your sex. your nose against his old polo shirt rubbing your thighs together.

When you snarl at him he snarls back, Ingo does not care if you are a hybrid Zoroark he will not tolerate bad behavior, and you will be punished, whining and whimpering with his fingers in your cunt.

"Are you going to be a good girl? I will not let you cum until you submit."

Oh How He Loves your toothy smirk when you have him underneath you. forcing him down to the ground as you ride him, milking his balls with your hot tight cunt. How you toy with him and make him suffer, growling at him to beg for himself to fill you up only for his orgasm to never come. The pleasure inside of him burns so good. you drool for him the same way he drools for you.

Ingo howls, feeling Your claws dig into him as he claims you with his seed.

Hisuian Zoroark can be pretty aggressive hybrids are no exception, though you seem to be a little more docile, shy even. Your aggression only flares when someone else has Ingo's attention. Ingo could only laugh when they talked about The ghostly fox Yokai that you must avoid at all cost, how it wanders the village's streets at night hungry for flash. You are nothing more than an attention-starved puppy that begged for his touch.

authors note: sorry for the lack of uploads,,, again :') I rlly lost motivation to write and recently got covid. hopefully this makes up for that <;3

if any of my friends recognize this,,, no u dont. 🔫

tags: afab! reader l 18+. minors/ageless/blank blogs dni or else you will be blocked.

A moan slips from Y/n’s lips once Ingo’s weight lifts only to push his hips flush against hers. It was pure torture with how slow his movements were, but eventually, a steady rhythm and speed picked up. Something that made his balls slap against her sensitive pussy to make her shiver and clench around him.

Nothing could ever beat this. The feeling of his body against her own– hell, it was honestly addicting to see him like this. Grounding himself with his hands firmly holding her hips with eyes screwed shut to concentrate, or was he trying not to lose himself in the way her walls hugged his cock nice and snug? 

Whatever it was Y/n could feel the way Ingo twitched and throbbed. The single motion made her legs hug his waist, arching her back when he hit a particular spot that had her seeing stars. If he kept that up, she’d surely cum.

“P… Please.” She breathed out. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the muscles there pull themselves taught at the contact. He was hot to the touch. Sweaty and more than likely at his limit. Even so, Ingo still cracked his eyes open to meet Y/n’s gaze.

He almost came at the sight of her looking up at him so… so, helplessly. 

“What is it pretty girl?” His voice was like gravel when he captured her lips with his, encouraging the words right out of her, “What do you want?”

“I want to cum, please Ingo.” Y/n chased right after him for another kiss, obviously hungry for him. She loved him so much it hurt. She wanted to be as close as possible.

The (h/c)-haired woman buried her face into Ingo’s neck, pressing heated kisses and nibbling every so often before she’d lean to whisper into his ear. “I-I… I want you to cum in me, to claim me as yours. Please-”

A yelp sounded from her as he began to pound into her. Something came over him. His actions were almost feral when he grabbed her arms to wrap them around his neck, holding her so close to him as he drove his cock into her. 

Why did she have to say that? Why did she have to encourage him? His thoughts were already running wild, and yet she had to make them come to a full stop by saying just that. Maybe she was just as guilty as well? He wanted to know what she thought. Just exactly what went through her thoughts- if she thought of him the way he thinks of her.

Ingo felt a twinge of guilt when she gripped the back of his head, pulling at his hair as moan after moan sounded from her. She chanted his name like a broken mantra, and it only encouraged him to bury himself deeper into her. A curse sounded from him at the feeling of her cunt struggling to take her in.

“Fuck.” The silver-haired uttered, nose bumping against the soft flesh of Y/n’s shoulder, he couldn’t help himself when he bit the skin there. Marking her sensitive skin pink and red, however, he made sure to kiss the spots gently afterward. “You feel amazing. You always do.”

He was so honored that he got the chance to do this with her– Y/n of all people. Never did he think they’d come this far, hell, he didn’t think he’d really be anything with her. 

He still recalled when the attraction began and where it started the spark between them, guiding them through so many milestones and celebrations. But something that always came to mind when they would have sex was when she wanted to move past their heated make-out sessions.

Ingo nearly broke into a grin when he remembered how red Y/N’s face was when she explained to him she wanted to go into new territories, opening up to him that she was, indeed, a virgin and wanted to give him her virginity. He swore to himself he never felt more starved, more in need of someone. 

Was it because he wanted to show her that he was capable of taking care of her? 

Or was it because he was excited to claim her? To mark her as his by completely ruining her with his dick? Whatever it was. It got them far and to where they were now. 

Ingo is brought back from his thoughts when he feels Y/n gush on his cock, her mouth agape as she hugs him tightly against her shaking form. He can feel the way her thighs shake, her heels digging more and more into his back– her breasts pressing against his chest and fuck. 

He wasn’t going to last long.

“H… Haa… Haaa-” Y/n could barely think, barely form a single word. Ecstasy consumed her. He consumed her, and she knew she wouldn’t want any other person to share moments like these with. 

“I love you so much,” She’d confess to the man practically rearranging her guts at this point, but when there was a stutter in his thrusts, she cracked a singular eye open to look at him before both would snap open at his expression. 

His cheeks were flushed beyond comparison. Pupils blown out and mouth slightly open in surprise, and it was there she realized just what she had said. 

Before she could even take it back– Ingo was back to ruthlessly driving his heavy cock into her, making her jump and grasp the sheets around her.

“Say it again.” He’d growl against her ear, kissing her cheeks– nose, forehead, throat. Just about everything. “Say it again please.” He begged her. 

Y/n was dazed. Thrown off guard by this, but she wasn’t complaining. Although she was sensitive beyond belief, she knew pleasing him was worth it. So she didn’t hesitate to pull his face to hers, lips ghosting over his as she uttered the words he desperately wanted to hear.

“I love you, Ingo.”

She’d surely be the death of him.